#akashi seijurou x reader

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hihi!! could you write something for akashi seijuro x reader or just some general headcanons for him? love your works! thank you 🤍🫶🏻

Akashi Seijurou - Love in Multicolor

"Life would suck complete testicles if it weren't for you."

"Oh Love, I really wish you weren't always so vulgar when expressing your affections."

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Here's the thing. Akashi Seijurou isn't what he seems like.

You can hear his voice through his office door, ice cold as he demands results and nothing else. Quietly, you push it open, checking the time. Yep, lunchtime.

Akashi's wearing a dress shirt in blush pink. You picked the matching tie this morning, kissing him a little longer than necessary as a means of goodbye even though he's working from home yet again. You quite like this arrangement, but you'd love it even more if your desk was situated in his room. Although you probably wouldn't get any work done that way.

Akashi ends the call, turns and gets up. You giggle at his plush pink slippers adorning the expensive pants.

"What?" He asks, pulling you in. "Time for Lunch already?"

Akashi Seijurou isn't what he seems like. For all the coldness he's showing, he's warmth personified to those he cares about.

He takes the plate from your hands, guides you to the little table in the middle of the room to sit and have lunch with him. "You shouldn't have cooked," he says, voice soft, "I could have done that myself."

"You can take up Dinner," you offer, sinking into him as soon as you're both seated. He smells like Sakura Blossoms and Peaches, telling you that he's stolen your body wash once again. "How's work?"

"Ah," he sighs, "We're getting along nicely, though we've had some troubles with the supply chain. How did your morning go? Did the interviews go over well?"

"Yes." You open your mouth as he offers you a spoonful of broth, feeding you. "I can eat myself," you chuckle as soon as you've swallowed.

Akashi Seijurou is caring, the mother of the group - even though he hates being called that. He's the one with a spare chapstick or a painkiller in his bag and the one you go to if you need a tissue or a pad.

He's the one who feeds you chicken noodle soup - homemade - when you get sick and the one who scrubs your back and shampoos your hair. He cares. Very much so.

[imagine-knb]

I just need a scenario of Akashi head over heels for a reader who is afraid of him and avoids him lmao

I lovelovelove your blog 🥰

Thank you for the love! Admin Neon

The day you had met him was a core memory burned into your brain. It had been at a party, hosted by his family, where your own had been invited. The first time you ever laid eyes on him, he had been sitting at a piano, a calm smile on his face as he played a melody requested by his father. The notes that flowed from the keys had been calming, lulling you into a sense of ease that had you stepping closer to the sound. Right into his line of sight. You had stood there listening the entire time, posture poised as you soaked in sweet song. When he had finished, his father came by to land a heavy hand on Akashi’s shoulder, singing his praises with a tone that screamed superficial.

That’s when you saw it.

Akashi’s expression dropped for a second as the attention was turned away from him and back onto his father. The kind light that had been in his eyes was gone, replaced with something darker. His calm demeanor had been a mask.

When, for the briefest of moments, Akashi’s eyes met yours when he noticed you staring, that calm demeanor came back up – a kind shine had returned to his gaze. But you already knew it was fake and the speed at which he pulled the mask back on had you reeling.

From that point forward, you were intimidated by Akashi.

But it had been near impossible to avoid him. Such was the nature of being classmates with the redheaded prodigy. Whether it be during class, passing through in the hallways during lunch, or afterschool at the front gates, you always felt the intense stare of ruby eyes on your back. It had your skin prickling with fear, thoughts that what you’d witnessed at that party was for nobody to view. But now that you had, you must have been on some kind of shit list.

You did your best to avoid him, not wanting to be on the receiving end of his ire. But days turned into weeks which turned into months and still, you found yourself more often than not scurrying away in the opposite direction you’d intended when that familiar set of ruby eyes inevitably crossed your path. Your heart always pounded when he’d catch your gaze, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you ached to hide away for some sense of normalcy.

But a mouse could only run for so long before it was eventually caught by the cat.

“____.”

You felt your heart drop into your stomach as you heard the low voice behind you. You didn’t have to turn around to know who it was; the familiar tingle of ruby retinas burning into your back was clue enough. Silently, you turned to face Akashi. It wasn’t lost on you that the rest of class – including the teacher – had left already, thoughts of the upcoming winter break having them hurrying out of campus toward freedom. Akashi had you cornered and alone.

He looked expressionless, almost bored, as his gaze fixated on you. It made your chest feel tight, adrenaline pumping and blocking out all sounds from your ears save for the steady rhythmic beat of your heart. When he started walking toward you, movements slow and methodical, your feet remained glued to the ground. This was it. Surely, you were about to die.

With him standing directly in front of you for the first time in months, you were suddenly hyper aware of the aura that surrounded Akashi. It was one of confidence – of absolute authority – and it had you quaking. How could someone your age, so young and still learning, have such an effect?

“____,” he repeated your name, voice soft with an undertone that you assumed was faux care.

He lifted his hands and your breath caught in your throat as he gingerly grasped at the two tail ends of the scarf haphazardly thrown around your shoulders. He began wrapping it around you, curling the soft fabric into loops around your neck before he tucked the stray ends into a loose-fitting knot. The entire time, your eyes stayed fixed on the lapel of his school uniform, never daring to glance up at his expression; you were afraid of what you would find. When his fingers stayed gripped to the ends of your scarf for a moment too long, you wondered if he’d try to strangle you with it.

“You should put this on properly. It’s rather cold out today,” he said after a while, his hands finally falling back to his sides once he was satisfied with how your scarf now coiled around your neck. “You don’t want to fall ill over the break.”

The soft tone of his voice had caught you off guard and you exhaled a shaky breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding. Your mind was still struggling to catch up with what had just happened, replaying the past few seconds. A flush of color prickled against your neck, threatening to crawl up onto your cheeks. You dared to glance up, catching his gaze with your own.

The softness in his eyes was deceiving. The mask of caring almost had you believing that he’d done the action out of the kindness of his heart and not because he was trying to frighten you.

“Thanks,” you murmured out slowly, pulling the edge of your scarf up to cover more of your face. You couldn’t let him see the effect he was having; it might only spur him on further. “I have to go now. Have a nice break, Akashi.”

You left after your polite parting words in a hurry, wanting to increase the distance between you and the Rakuzan captain. As you left, you could feel his laser focused stare burning a hole through your back.

You begged your heart to stop beating so wildly.

Akashi watched with an amused smile as you scurried away from him. He was feeling some sense of accomplishment, months of tailing you around finally resulting in these few moments of closeness. As you quickly left his line of sight, he turned his attention down toward the hands that had helped secure your scarf around your neck. He could still feel the warmth of your stuttering breath against his skin and it made his smile widen by just a fraction. Your unwillingness to give him the time of day had been irking at first, but it was the small moments like these that had a deeper part of him craving more. He was enjoying this game of cat and mouse.

And he was determined to win.

[eunoiaaaivy]

hey there! i just saw your wishlist blog and i hope i'm still in time! since it's akashi seijuro's birthday soon, i was thinking about a scenario where Akashi's s/o + GoM + Momoi celebrate his birthday?

Hi love! No you aren't late at all! In fact you're second in line! You're just in time and I hope this fic was to your liking! Thank you for this request! ❤️

- ♡︎ Happy birthday, my love.

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-cw: fluff! alcohol consumption, a bit of angst (i'm so sorry.) , post-timeskip! Akashi's like 27 here, not-proofread.

akashi seijuro x reader

-a/n: i'm kind of having a block right now so i hope this was to your liking! thanks for the request love, akashi surely is a sweet heart!

What a special day it was today for it was your beloved's birthday. Akashi was sleeping soundly beside you while you were awake. His beautiful skin looked ethereal, his handsome face still glowed even though there was no sun yet, it was just early morning after all.

Akashi seemed tired enough yesterday when he came home from work, he probably forgot that it was his birthday today seemingly because Akashi never forgets his birthday. He probably had loads of workloads since it was the closing for Christmas.

As you looked at him, he really seemed tired. Akashi was a light sleeper, it was no secret to you but on tough days like yesterday, he sleeps peacefully like a child.

This sight was something you could use to be seeing everyday. Your husband, really was handsome. Although, you wanted to admire more of him, you remembered why you woke up this early. So you slipped out of bed carefully, trying not to wake him up and succeeded. You peeked below at the window and you could see the generation of miracles and Momoi together.

They seemed tired. You were guilty but you wanted to throw something special for your beloved. You chuckled seeing their expressions. It would be quite embarrassing if you told them their expressions on their faces but it was quite understandable. Who in the right mind would even be up this early? Probably grandma's and grandpa's.

Aomine, had his usual annoyed expression, he was wearing clothes that were exactly for Christmas, the padded and layered coat navy coat looked rather ravishing on him, a beanie on top of his head, Kise had no smiles, seeminglessly tired from the flight he had awhile ago but no pilot uniform was to be seen, he was wearing this beautiful white, fluffy coat, along with some red scarf and a beanie, his hands on his pockets. Murasikabara was chewing on some pancake, probably from McDonald's, he seemed so tired and bored at the same time, he was wearing some big dark purple jacket, a scarf around his neck and ear muffs on, endlessly chewing on his yummy pancakes. Midorima, looks the most tired of them all. Well, he just got off his shift from the hospital and had like 5 hours of sleep. He was wearing this big, beige-creamy, colored fluffy jacket, along with ear muffs and a beanie, his hands covered with gloves and his neck being adorned with this green scarf. He really was prepared for the cold outside. You looked at awe at Momoi, she looked beautiful even when tired, she was wearing this pink, fluffy jack, adorned with furs on the neckline, wearing some boots for winter and a scarf doubled around her neck, puffing and trying not to sleep. She looked so comfortable and cute! Kuroko, had his usual neutral face, as if he wasn't trembling in the cold. He had this light blue padded jacket that complimented along with his hair ear muffs on the side, a scarf around his neck and hands with gloves.

Really, you would've laughed loudly if it weren't for you trying to not wake up your husband. They looked like they were freezing so you quietly went down, which was another success.

As you proceeded to go down the stair with caution, you opened the door and behold you were greeted with the sight of tired faces.

"[name]-chan!!" Momoi's face lit up the moment you showed up hugging and rushing to you.

"hello momoi, good morning to you too." You just chuckled and greeted her back with a good morning and returned the hug.

"what's up [name]! Haven't seen you in a while!" Aomine greeted you with a small side hug.

"I was rather busy for awhile. Everything in the business industry is so tiring nowadays." You replied back, returning the side hug.

"[name]-chi!! Give me a hug too! I missed you very much!" Kise practically squealed, pushing away Aomine and hugging you tight.

"nice to see you too kise, I and Akashi had missed you guys too." You laughed in response, seemingly muffled as you returned the hug.

"hey [name]-chin, I brought this for you from the shop." Murasikabara greeted you as he handed you a box full of pretty macaroons.

"why thank you Murasikabara-kun! These are lovely." You thanked him, giving him a small hug which he returned back. As you looked to the side you saw Midorima. He nodded at you and fixed his glasses using his left hand.

"good morning [name]-san. A pleasant morning to you too." Kuroko said nonchantly as you just hugged him in response.

"good morning [name], a pleasure to meet you again but I just hoped it wasn't this early." He grunted in response earning a chuckle from you.

"my, I'm really sorry to all of you. But Akashi is a cunning one so I have no other methods to surprise him, he probably forgot his birthday." You explained back as your other hand connected to your left elbow.

"it's okay [name]-chan! We understand!" Momoi replied back as if she wasn't looking tired awhile ago.

"yeah! It's okay, don't think too much about it [name]-chi!" Kise added.

"well, thank you for your understanding. Shall we get started?" You asked back and they only nodded their heads as they followed you to the massive kitchen.

And so you guys started. You and Momoi started baking a cake together. It was a three layered cake filled with simplicity and effort, he's one to truly adore this. Murasikabara, Kuroko, and Kise designed the place, filled with balloons and a "happy birthday!" sign. There was also gold balloons having the number 27 on it, displaying the age of your beloved. Midorima and Aomine went to the groceries to buy drinks and a few snacks. They also went to the restaurants you asked for a small catering service for this special day.

And finally the hard work was done. Akashi was just about to wake up in no time. Everything was perfect. The cake was simple yet elegant enough for him, the designs were a bit extravagant for this small party you threw for him but he has lived for 27 years and deserved this. The food that was picked was perfect, it smelled delicious.

As you guys were adding final touches, Akashi woke up without you by his side. His eyes searched for your figure only to find none. He had slept in. It wasn't right to sleep in but he was tired from yesterday. It was nearing lunch already and now did he only noticed that he over slept for almost a few hours.

So he got up and went down to find you, unbeknownst to him, a surprise was waiting for him.

Hearing the creek of the door from your shared bedroom you told everyone to get ready, closing the lights and already in their positions. As Akashi neared the kitchen, he noticed it was dim and dark so he opened the lights and was he surprised when the generation of miracles along with Momoi and you jumped out and popped a confetti bomb.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY AKASHI/SEIJURO" were the greetings he heard, his heart warmed from the sight. Almost everyone who's important to him was here. The generation of miracles, Momoi and finally you. His one and only beloved wife.

He had to admit he was surprised. He truly forgot his birthday. He felt quite special on this special day, for his loved ones were together. Here, in his house, on his birthday.

Ever since his mother died he never really celebrated his birthday anymore. It never felt special anymore, until he met you. Those years when you guys were together, you were always the one preparing his birthdays. You're the one who made him feel special. Who made him feel loved. And he loved you too.

As you made your way to him, his smile was a contented one. You whispered a small happy birthday to him and hugged him, he chuckled at this and kissed you. Earning groans and ews from the others which you guys laughed at.

"thank you guys for this, I am truly grateful." He said as he blew the candles, making his wish.

"yeah! yeah! time for beer!" Aomine replied back, excited to pop the beer cap open and everyone just laughed at this again.

"please don't influence them in to drinking too much." Midorima stated, as he too, grabbed a plate and ate.

You and Akashi just laughed at scene in front of you. Everyone was hogging the food and Aomine was having fun with his beer. You're still in his arms, content with the warmth he gave off.

"happy birthday my love, more birthdays to come to you. I love you." You whispered in his ear as everyone was busy eating in the background while you were still in his grasp.

"thank you love, I truly loved this surprise. I love you too darling." He chuckled and replied too, kissing the crown of you head.

"shall we eat too?" You asked him.

"sure my love, if that's what you want let's eat. The food looks rather delicious." He replied back as you dragged him to where the food was, chuckling again along the way as you fed him the food you guys bought. He loved the smile on his face and you loved his too. For he was contented with you guys. Contented with your love and efforts.

And as you mischievously added frosting to his nose everyone laughed, he really was contented with this. Everyone was laughing, a huge smile on your face, Aomine drinking beer, Momoi loving the cake, Kuroko eating fried rice, Midorima casually eating with grace as he applied his etiquette lessons. Kise drinking coke as if his swagness was second nature and Murasikabara having hoards of food on his plate.

It really was a special day.

@eunoiaaaivy

[thevinsmokerlaw]

THIS DESERVES MORE LIKES BECAUSE OMG THIS WAS SO DANG FLUFFY AND MY HEART IS SOO IN LOVE WITH AKASHI FR AGHHH 💗✨

an affectionate drunk reader and akashi just looking after them and getting them ready for bed and stuff... but then when akashi is called to pick the reader up at first, the reader doesnt recognize him but later she does and akashi takes them home and looks after them... I know this is specific but I read this fic somewhere, and I want to see akashi in the same situation. thanks in advance! love you!

Helloooo 💕 I love how I'm getting all these Akashi requests, he's really a fan favourite, huh? I absolutely adore this idea so I enjoyed writing it, thanks for the request love <3

Always There For You // Akashi Seijurō x gn! Reader

Context: someone has to take your drunk self home, and no one is better suited for the job than Akashi. All characters are aged-up for plot purposes (20+).

Warnings: mention of alcohol (obviously), reader is drunk but still conscious, 100% fluff, it's not explicitly mentioned by Akashi and reader are dating, just cute stuff hihi 🥰, suited for all normally!

“Seijurō! God, do I miss your pretty face! Why don’t you ever come drinking with me? You’re so boring!”

“Seijurō? Sei-Sei? Akashi? Sei-chan? Why aren’t you picking up? I wanna see your pretty face so bad!”

“Hi Akashi, I… uh, I’m their friend and I think you should pick them up. They’ve had one too many drinks and… yeah. I apologize for the other messages they’ve left you. Anyways, call back as soon as you can, overwise, we’ll find another way to bring them home.”

That’s one way of waking up, thinks the young man once he’s listened to all the messages you’ve sent him. Couple of minutes prior, he was in deep slumber, till the vibrations of his phone got themselves to invade his dreams and take him out of Morpheus’ arms. Was it ten minutes earlier or later, he could have probably never woken up. But it doesn’t matter, Akashi reflects to himself, as he quickly put on some clothes and get into his car. And while his mind might still be in a slight haze, he finds himself laughing after hanging out the phone with your friend, as she told him where to find you and he got to hear your silly giggles in the back. If it were someone else, he’d probably be annoyed by the situation – he’d still go to pick them up, but not without being pissed by the disturbance it’d cause to his sleep. But Akashi is not wired to get mad at you, no matter what, and some part of him takes pride in the fact that he is the one you drunk call. It could have been another guy, but no, it’s him that you’ve decided to leave drunk messages to, messages that you’ll probably forget about once sobered up.

He sighs, as he enters the crowded bar, eyes scanning the place in search of your face. And there it is, the sight that makes his heart melt. Your cheery grin can easily compete with the dancing lights, and he feels drawn to it like a moth. He walks through the crowd till he reaches you. You’re standing clumsily, leaning slightly on your friend as she tries to stop you from taking another drink. Despite your state of ebriety, Akashi can’t help but find you beautiful. Maybe it’s seeing you so full of life, and the way the lights kiss the angles of your face, making you look like something close to a painting. He can’t point it out, but he feels the crowd disappearing as he comes closer to you, and you finally look at him, your smile getting wider.

“Hey there, beautiful stranger” you greet him.

He chuckles, before saying hello.

“May I get you a drink?”

“No thank you” he politely declines “I shall take you home.”

“Huh?! Calm down there buddy, you don’t even know my name!”

He cocks an eyebrow, not quite sure if you’re pretending not to know him or if you genuinely fail to recognize him.

“Well… Seijurō Akashi” he still introduces himself, trying to figure out if it’s just a play to amuse your drunken self, or else.

“Seijurō? Oh, I know a Seijurō!” you exclaim, way too enthusiastic.

“Yeah, that would be me” he smiles.

A confused expression paints your face, and it’s then that he understands that you are, indeed, too drunk to recognize him. But even that, here you are still trying to make a move on him. He doesn’t know how to feel about it – should he be worried that when drunk enough you can forget his existence, or should he be flattered that even drunk, you’re attracted to him? He stares at you for a moment, trying to calculate his next move. He should probably make your memories of him come back, so you’ll be more willing to follow him out of this place.

“You’re piss drunk, aren’t you?” he sighs.

“Just a bit tipsy” you giggle.

He can’t help but laugh a little too. You’re adorable, it’s not like he can’t think overwise. Gently, he comes closer, close enough to speak in your ear over the loud music.

“Say, who’s your favourite person on Earth?”

The question is unusual, you remark, but you are quick to utter the first person that comes to your mind.

“My Sei-chan” you say.

Akashi feels his heart skips a bit at the answer – though it is what he’s expected. It’s probably the way you said that he was yours, something that you are usually too shy to say out loud.

“Close your eyes.”

You step back, ogling the man standing in front of you as if he’s asked for something totally absurd. But something in his warm smile convinces you to follow his instructions, and so you close your eyes. For a few seconds, you stay there, waiting for him to tell you more.

“Open them back up.”

And you do, except this time, you don’t fail to recognize him. Your eyes open wide at the realization of who’s standing in front of you, and he chuckles. He wasn’t expecting it to work, but apparently, having you close your eyes has been like a reset, and suddenly, you realize that it is your favourite person there, and not just a handsome stranger.

“God, Sei! You did come!” you rush to embrace him.

He hugs you back, the smell of smoke and sweat tickling his nose as your head finds its natural place in the crook of his neck.

“Let’s go home now, love” he coos.

You stand back, eyes meeting his. At this moment, you look like a deer that has lost its way, finding your guide in Akashi. The way he grabs your hand softly, making you pass through the crowd after you’ve bid your goodbyes to your friends, till you feel the fresh air of the night on your skin. You take a moment to get used to the sudden change of environment. A couple of people crowd the streets, but it isn’t anywhere near the constructing feeling the inside of the bar gives. As you stay there, fingers still intertwined with Akashi’s, you quickly realize the state you’re in. Your head spins, and you feel a strain in your throat. You try to remember how much you’ve had to drink – in vain. It’s a brief moment of clarity, before your mind gets lost in a fog again. You don’t really know what’s going on, but when you sit in the passenger seat of Akashi’s car, you identify where you are.  The drive back home is slow, as the young man carefully takes you to the destination, not wanting to make you feel dizzy by speeding.

From the corner of the eye, he looks at you. Your eyes are wide open, like a doe, and you hum happily to the song playing on the radio. By a glance, he assumes that you aren’t in the worst state he’s ever seen you, but he’s certain that he’ll have to help you get to bed. If it were someone else, he’d probably lecture them about how they’re too old to be this drunk, and how irresponsible it is to go out without securing a way back home. But again, it’s you, and he can’t find himself doing this. Though he doesn’t particularly like seeing you this drunk, he also knows that, in some ways, you needed that. Life hasn’t been very easy on you lately; yet, you haven’t complained once, keeping all your stress and worries to yourself as you keep moving forward. It’s kind of unhealthy, but he cannot force you to open up and vent to him if you don’t want to. So, can he blame you for letting it all out tonight by having slightly too much to drink?

Arm wrapped around your waist, Akashi helps you out of the car and to the doorway. You lean on him, recognizing the comfort of your place as he locks the door behind you. You sit, removing your shoes and for a moment there, the urge to lay down and stare mindlessly at your ceiling is tempting; so much so, that you actually do it. He stares, surprised by the suddenness of your moves but he figures that he should let you there for a little while. He sits next to you, a comforting silence settling between you. There’s something endearing with the state you’re in, or so Akashi thinks; your eyes twinkle like stars, and your smile doesn’t leave your lips for a single second. It aches him a bit, that you cannot appear like that more often with him. Though you are a rather smiley person in general, he also gets to witness your lowest moments, the ones when you are too exhausted to even fake a smile.

“Sei-chan” you call for him by tugging at his jacket.

“Yes, love?”

You sit up, resting your head on his shoulder.

“You’re not going to leave me tonight, are you?”

He smiles, his fingers finding their way to gently pat your head. He can’t help the warmth in his chest, when you so unapologetically ask for him, for his presence.

“I’m not” he murmurs. “Now, let’s get ready to go to bed.”

Standing up, he takes your hand and guides you to your room, where you dramatically splatter on the bed, as he looks for your pyjamas.

“I want this one” you say, as he grabs a random t-shirt.

“That’s… that’s mine” he remarks while looking at the piece of clothing.

Your gaze deviates, a heat gaining your cheeks. You’ve been caught red handed, and you figure that you should probably admit to your crime.

“I stole it, the other day” your voice is shy, and on the moment, he can’t help but find you adorable. “You aren’t mad, are you Sei-chan?”

A soft laugh comes out of his mouth as he comes closer to you, laying the t-shirt on your lap. You feel his fingers grab your chin, turning it so you’ll look at him. That glint of guilt in your eyes is ridiculous, but he is quick to reassure you.

“It’s yours if you want to.”

You nod, hands resting on the soft fabric. Right now, by the way he looks at you with so much… love, you feel your heart beat at an unusual pace. The alcohol doesn’t help, making you strangely more sensitive and number at the same time.

“You’re really a prince” you smile at the beautiful boy.

He laughs, and you think that he sounds like an angel.

“I’ll let you change.”

He gets up, but before he leaves your room, you grab him, arms wrapping around him from the back as your head rests against his back.

“Don’t go! I like it when you’re with me.”

Akashi’s hands join yours on his stomach, as he finds you painfully lovable.

“I’m not going anywhere, just giving you some privacy so you can change” he chuckles “unless you need help with that.”

For an instant, you remain silent, and he wonders if he’s said anything wrong or that you’ve misunderstood, so that you find yourself unable to reply. But soon enough, your voice makes itself heard – though little, he notices.

“I might, actually.”

His eyes open widely, and he thanks the position you’re in for restraining you from seeing his face. Gathering the bit of sensibility he has left in his body at such a late hour, and in the state he is in, he takes your hands and spin around, nodding his head.

“I’ll help then” he manages to say.

You respond with the widest grin, a genuine one, clearly proving that you are unaware of how you make Akashi feels. And it would probably be no different if you were sober; when it comes to stuff like that, you are absolutely clueless. Your fingers reach your top, fiddling with the buttons that keep it together.

“I struggle with these even when I’m not completely trashed” you explain as his amber eyes follow the movement of your digits.

He gulps, before you notice his pale fingers pushing yours away, and he starts unbuttoning the piece of fabric. You feel your entire body inflame, pretty sure that the alcohol doesn’t help but make you feel even hotter.

“You deserve a kiss for your service” you cheerly exclaim as he’s done.

It is now that your dazed eyes decide to take a proper look at his face. Something deep within you menaces of surfacing, and you can’t tell if you’ll be able to contain it. His gaze, so full of fondness for you, strikes you like an arrow straight to the heart, and you feel the urge to pull him as close as possible. It is so tempting…

“Go brush your teeth once you’re done changing” he pats your head, pushing you slightly away from him, “I’ll get you some water for the night.”

You pout as the distance between you caves deeper, and you regret not acting on your impulses. Even drunk, you’re a coward, you think to yourself as he leaves the room. You sigh, clumsily removing your clothes and changing into his t-shirt. You aren’t quite sure how, but you manage to get to your bathroom on your own, hanging to the edge of the sink to not fall. You met your reflection in the mirror – a fuzzy image of someone vaguely familiar, and you follow their movements that surprisingly mirror yours. You try your best to clean your mouth of the mix of alcohol you’ve had all night, and once you figure that you’ve done a decent job, you get yourself back to your bed. Laying there in all your length, you see stars on the ceiling. Are they real or is it your imagination?

“Let me get you up” you hear the angelic voice speak again.

You feel a delicate grip on your shoulders pulling you up, so you’re sitting against your fluffy pillows. Akashi once again appears before you, making your heart race appropriately. He hands you a glass of fresh water and you take a few sips.

“You better drink as much water as you can now, so you’ll wake up with less damages” he advises.

You nod, taking a last sip before putting the glass on your bedside table. As you reach for him, you realize that he’s gone again.

“Sei-chan!” you call, desperate for his presence.

“I’m right here” he says as you notice the lighting of the room changing. The bright light is replaced by a mellow one, and before you know it, the red-haired boy is back to your side. Determined to not let him go anymore, you grab his arm, pulling him as close as possible to you. It doesn’t matter if you feel your skin burning, or if his leg is pressing down on yours, you just need him close.

“I’m sorry I woke you up to drag my drunk ass out of the bar.”

You feel genuinely guilty, but to your surprise, he laughs. The same pretty laugh you keep hearing, and that confuses you because what about this situation is so amusing? Unbeknownst to you, however, is that his laughs aren’t mockery, but rather something that he can’t control. You fill him with joy, and he may not admit to it, but deep in his heart, he knows that taking care of you is one of these things that he wants to do forever.

“I’ll do that every night if I have to” he says, his voice falling against your skin.

This time around, you fail to control your urges, lips finding his quickly. He’s surprised, but he kisses you back. Softly, caringly, lovingly.

“It’s a thank you” you mutter against his lips as you sink deeper in your pillow, “for being here for me.”

You feel him pull you towards his chest, and you let your hand wander on his torso, feeling the faint beat of his heart under your palm. As you fall asleep, he doesn’t let go of you, because Akashi simply cannot do such thing. No matter what, you’ll always have this effect on him. You’ll always be the one he wants to take care of, to protect, to wake up in the middle of the night for.

Yeah, Akashi Seijurō will really do anything for you.

[athynathens]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙩.

“your fanbase is a group of psychopaths!”

PAIRING. Akashi Seijuro x Isshiki Usagi [author’s OC]

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. This oneshot covers the Kuroko No Basket AU. It will first take place in Teiko Junior High before highschool. However, there’s a bit of a crossover in the full story of this oneshot. If you finish this, and you like it then you may go to my AO3.

SYNOPSIS.All Isshiki Usagi wants is to return the stupid jacket to the top student of Teiko Junior High, but many encounters had to happen along the way. Here she thought cooking sweats the shit out of her, but it turns out giving his jacket back sweats the shit out of her even more.

AUTHOR’S NOTES. Unfortunately, there are no steamy scenes here. Just the typical highschool scenes ukuk? Honestly this crossover is just so random cuz idk bros, crossovers are just so entertaining and intriguing for me so why not make one, right?

Isshiki Usagi is many things that the great Akashi Seijūrō couldn’t understand and tolerate. He can’t even believe he is admitting this, but he made a mistake by lending her his jacket. He is blaming himself for acting such a gentleman enough to offer his jacket due to the cold weather.

However, the reason why he is getting so worked up right now is because he couldn’t believe that he is getting pinned in the wall by the one and only Isshiki Usagi.

“Isshiki, what is this?” Akashi asked, trying to hide his annoyance. His likeness for Isshiki is dwindling heavily at the moment.

“Eh? I pushed you against the wall.” Isshiki replied as if it’s the most obvious answer.

Akashi’s eye twitched a bit. “That’s not a concrete answer, Isshiki.”

“Well, I just wanted to try it for fun, I guess?” Isshiki answered back with confidence. Her answer caused Akashi to really almost snap at her for giving such a stupid answer.

“Isshiki. This behavior is highly unacceptable and unladylike too. What if someone gets hurt by an action like this?” Akashi asked, practically begging her to get off him.

Isshiki just stared at him. “Geez!! Alright! Alright!! You take everything so seriously!” She whined, getting away from him as she walked 5 steps away from him. Akashi mentally thanked the heavens for giving him the space needed.

“So why did you pull me in he—seriously, you should really take care of your fanbase, bro,” Akashi couldn’t believe it. He just got interrupted by this lowlife of a girl.

“If you are complaining about why you’re here then, blame your fanbase! Not me!” Isshiki yelled, crossing her arms as she looked at him straight into the eyes.

Akashi has to admit. No one, absolutely no one has ever made him look so dumbfounded. “Why are you bringing my ‘fanbase�� to this conversation?”

Isshiki sighed, rubbing the sides of her foreheads. “YOUR FANBASE IS A GROUP OF PSYCHOPATHS!”

Akashi blinked thrice. “Heh?”

“Like for fuck’s sake, all I wanted is to give you your jacket but NOOOOO!! Your fangirls are such a hassle! As I was gonna give you your jacket a while ago, I fucking saw a group of girls watching you walk. I find that so scary, for your information. BUT ANYWAY! I overheard them saying ‘ I’ll kill anyone who takes Akashi-sama.’ ‘If I can’t have him then, no one else can.’ LIKE?!? Do you know how scary it is just to walk up to you knowing those psychos can ambush you any second?!?” She complained.

“So here is your fucking jack—Heh?” She stopped her sentence when Isshiki realized that she fucking left the damn jacket in her classroom.

“Hm. I was wondering when you’ll notice,” Akashi simply said, causing Isshiki to shriek in anger and annoyance.

“YOU KNEW? AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME?” Isshiki yelled, clenching her fist in irritation, not understanding why he didn’t tell her.

Akashi sighed. “Meet me here tomorrow to give me my jacket, Isshiki. Stop wasting my time.” He slightly glared, walking out of the room.

Isshiki just sighed tiredly. “Trust me on this, Red. I don’t want to also associate myself with you for long…” She shivered violently, remembering the pyscho fangirls at this school.

With that, over the past week, Isshiki tried to give the jacket back, but many, as in many, encounters happened during the process. The main reason? It’s simple to be honest. It’s all because of Akashi’s forsaken fangirls once again. For some reason, those psychos are really good at finding out what Akashi’s doing.

Every fucking time Isshiki finally has the moment to give Akashi his jacket, those fangirls would appear out of nowhere. Isshiki isn’t even exaggerating at this point like even at the quietest room the two would find, they’ll still be interrupted by those fangirls.

Even waiting for Akashi by the gate is a no-no since he has basketball practice. Heck, Isshiki tried leaving it by his locker room, but it was another failure since a crazy fangirl tried stealing it to keep it to herself.

Getting that jacket back from that crazy girl took a lot of Isshiki’s manipulative sweet talking and mental energy.

Right now, Isshiki is really feeling bad for Akashi. The number of times she asked him to meet up to only not go as planned is really making her feel guilty. It’s obvious Akashi has many things to do, and it’s bothering her heavily that he has to adjust his schedule because of her.

That’s why she needed to give his damn jacket back.

Hence why the two decided to meet up at the back of the school. People rarely go there, and it’s pretty much a deserted place. So there’s no way in hell those pyschos would find out about that place, right?

WRONG! They knew about it already.

So the duo ran to the science lab then to the rooftop to hide temporarily from them. All this running just to get away from Akashi’s stupid fanbase. “Just how many times we had to run away from your fucking fanbase, bro,” Isshiki panted, wiping her sweaty face with her handkerchief.

Even Akashi was getting annoyed at his current situation. All this just to give back his damn jacket. At this point, he should just tell her to stop bothering him about it since he can buy another varsity jacket.

“Just how exactly do you cope with something like that? Do you have to deal with this everyday?” Isshiki asked, catching him off guard.

“Not exactly. The only reason why they are extra attentive with me is because a girl is bold enough to drag me around just to return a jacket,” Akashi coldly reminded. It’s true though. His so-called fangirls weren't this wild till Isshiki started talking with him.

“What the fuck,” Isshiki cursed.

Akashi clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Don’t blame me on th—Why are they treating you as if you aren’t human but something they own?” His eyes went wide with that question from Isshiki.

He snapped his head to her side as he saw your annoyed expression. “Damn it! Just thinking about it boils my blood!! What gives them the right to just decide for you, especially when you’re with a girl? What rights do they have to decide which girl you should spend time with? Like hello? Thats fucking dumb,” Isshiki glared at the air, getting annoyed by the minute.

Akashi just lets out a sigh. “That’s just how it is, alright? Even with my father, he decides for me to build that excellent son image.”

Isshiki stared at him with sorry eyes. She had an idea that Akashi grew up with strict parents, but she didn’t expect him to grow up in such a harsh household. Meanwhile, Akashi knew exactly what those eyes were. He hates those eyes because he has seen the same expression to other girls.

Girls like that think they know what Akashi is going through, but they don’t. It annoyed him to see how they fucking pretend they do, and it frustrates him that those girls “sympathize” with him when in reality, they are doing this to get his attention.

“Fucking stop that. I know those eyes. Don’t act as if you understand me when you don’t,” Akashi harshly growled.

“Stop bullshiting youself, Isshiki. You won’t understand anything since you grew up with loving parents.”

Isshiki just stared at him, waiting patiently for him to calm down. After she noticed he calmed down, she smiled at him softly. “Then make me understand.”

Those simple words made Akashi feel off—not in a bad way but rather a good way. He didn’t expect that at all. From experience, he expected a rebuttal but instead she accepted his words.

“Why?” Akashi couldn’t help but ask this.

“Because you need someone to rely on,” She answered with a smile.

Akashi scoffed. “I already have my teammates to rely on,” He proudly said, and it’s true. He does care for his friends so much that he pretty much relies on them.

Isshiki looked down at his shoes smiling. “I know, but…” She paused as she stepped forward, stepping inside his circle territory. “It’s not wrong to having more people to rely on, don’t you think?”

“But why you specifically?” Akashi asked, curious to know what her answer may be.

“I dunno!!” Isshiki giggled. “Just why not!!”

Isshiki shrugged her shoulders with a smile. “So rely on me, Akashi!!”

Badump. Akashi’s heart skipped a beat in delight for the first time ever.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝘼𝙊3. 𝙏𝙞𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙐𝙎𝘼𝙂𝙄'𝙎 𝙒𝘼𝙔 𝙏𝙊 𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙏. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙧 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝘼𝙊3.

[shoichee]

How Their Crush Flusters Them

PLSSS I NEED SOME HEADCANONS FOR AKASHI, AOMINE, AND MOMOI ON HOW THEIR CRUSH FLUSTERS THEM;;; like she could be eating like a chipmunk and smile, and their just whipped😭😭 separate headcanons pls <3

MI, MY BESTIE, MY EMOJI DICTIONARY… I’VE COME BACK FROM THE DEAD TO DELIVER YOU MY HEADCANON CRUMBS… PLEASE ACCEPT THEM 👩‍🦯

[Headcanons]

Akashi Seijuro

I’m always gonna start nearly every Akashi headcanon with how this is not applicable to boku-Akashi 😭 anyways,,,, moving on…

ore-Akashi is equally hard to fluster though, let’s get that out of the way, but the soft side of him he has now would make him more inclined to feel that it’s okay to be flustered with you—a.k.a. let down his guard more around you

one way to fluster him is by using the element of surprise on your side

if you’re intentionally trying make him flustered, he easily sees through it, so usually, your schemes of making him lose his cool will not work because your facial expressions and giddy body movements make you way too obvious (even if you were careful to be subtle, he already knows)

he’d be amused and give you those knowing teasing smiles (that may or may not end up flustering you instead, let’s be honest… who can stay calm after seeing a smile from THE Akashi?)

it’s the unintentional things you do, any endearing quirks or habits you may have, that short-circuits him sometimes, because those are something he can’t expect and predict all the time

exhibit A:

“Akashi, congratulations on winning! I know you probably win all the time, and you don’t think of it as anything, but…” you would avert your own gaze and look at him again… maybe do a nervous action (twiddling your thumb? rubbing your neck? rubbing your arm? twirling a strand and playing with your hair? fiddling with your clothes?) before finishing your thought. “But I think it’s something worth celebrating!”

it’s the fact that you have no idea the things you’re doing is affecting his heart that gets him outwardly flustered; the idea that he’s the only one between the two of you who knows these details about you gets him a bit flushed

he lives to have that exclusive knowledge about you

exhibit B:

you smile at him whenever he comes to you, or if you weren’t one to smile much, your aura would immediately lighten up upon seeing him and such

it really gets his gears moving because that just shows that someone out there actually sees him as a good person, who doesn’t look at him with fear or awe… but to be fair, he wouldn’t blame you if you did, considering his entire period of time when he was exhibiting his “boku” side

so when you smiled at him with no reservations the first time, he REALLY got flustered in a sense where his eyes widened, his lips parted, and his eyes drank in the sight of your face for a second before he regained his usual composure… still, he can’t exactly control the color of his slight flush on his face

but even though you’ve smiled at him without fail every single time, part of him is still surprised and caught a bit off guard that you’re that happy to have him around

result? he actually becomes someone who gets flustered quite often with you in the beginnings of the crush phase (unfortunately though, unless you have your own set of Emperor Eyes, you wouldn’t be able to notice)

when he’s having his “mini-flusters,” a usual tell-tale sign is that he’d stay still from where he is and stare at you silently before you even notice

so if you’re just chatting away and notice silence on your end, you probably don’t even have to look at him to have a general idea that he’s having a frazzled moment of his own… don’t try to look at his face though, because then he’ll catch on what you’re trying to do and continue on the conversation like nothing happened

he’ll know pretty quickly that you also have a crush on him, and when he realizes that moment, he nearly damn short-circuits into the next zone dimension to the point where you even had to wave a hand aggressively in front of his face

“Akashiiiiiiii… helloooooooo? Earth to the emperor?”

“Ah,” he would blink back into reality. “My apologies, I didn’t mean to space out.”

“What were you thinking about anyways?”

and he would give that smile before he would say, “Nothing much.”

when you do things for him out of the goodness of your own heart (and not expecting anything back), that also throws him off a little

when you dote on him even as friends, he feels like he’s truly loved and cared for (this poor guy really got neglected in his childhood, could you blame him?)

and usually, he’s the one who needs to take care of everyone else, always being in a position of leadership

“Sheesh, you needa take care of yourself too!”

“Pardon?”

“You’re always doing way too much to make sure everything runs smoothly, and everyone isn’t having any issues, but have you ever thought to take care of your own needs?”

“Of course, adequate nutrition and rest are essential in playing optimal games.”

“No, no!” you insist. “Your mental needs! Your emotional needs—like, I can’t put it into words… erm… someone’s also gotta look out for you too, in case you’re struggling and need help sometimes… uh, maybe I can be that person for you? If you want that is—I don’t mean to intrude…”

that is when he knew… you were the one for him

he merely looks at you like you’re the brightest thing in the room before he softly agrees, “Yes… I suppose you’re right.”

if you also managed to figure out he has a crush on you (you must have some SERIOUS instincts and keen eyes to figure that out… or have Kuroko tell you something to know) and confessed to him out of the blue before he did

you’re going to see him visibly stiffen up and have that widened eyes and parted lips on his face while watching your every move… were you joking? did he misinterpret your words when you actually meant something as close friends?

bonus: if you happen to be the cheeky, sly person, smile wider at him after you confessed to shut the poor man’s brain down into oblivion

AKASHI.EXE is starting to reboot

he’ll take a few seconds longer to break out of his stupor, but when he does, he’ll simply straighten himself before replying, “I’m glad you like me, (l/n)-san. It’s relieving to hear that you also reciprocate these feelings for me, to say the least.”

YOU.EXE shut down when he gently takes your hand into his

but after you guys get together, he won’t be as flustered as often, because 1.) he’s confident about how you and he feel about each other now and 2.) he’d come to know you so well that he would probably expect 90% of the things you throw at him

Momoi Satsuki

compliment her

no, really

Momoi’s hard work was never appreciated enough even back in Teiko

but she never really minded/cared(?) because her mindset has always been about doing something for the sake of the team and doing what she’s good at to help out

she’s been sorting out her feelings with Kuroko, finally realizing that she wasn’t truly in love with him, but more so in love with the idea of someone who saw her more than just for her body—in love with the idea of someone with unconventional priorities and mannerisms rather than the predictable, surface-level things she’s seen in most people

but with you? something else tickled differently in her heart when you’re near

she thought she knew what love was, but it turns out, you gave her a whole new mystery to solve all over again—what was this funny feeling she always gets with you? is it “real” this time? what if you were just another Kuroko—a good friend with a perspective on life that differed a bit from hers?

but when you told her one day how much you admire and appreciate the amount of work she puts into basketball and the irreplaceable skillset she had that was essential to Touou’s victories

she flushed the brightest cherry red

“Oh… that’s…” she would easily stammer in your presence, not knowing how to take your praise gracefully. “Eh? Well—that’s—”

she would recollect herself before she would jump and tackle you for a hug in true Momoi-fashion before squealing out your name:

“(y/nnnnnnnnnn)!”

“M-Momoi—I can’t… breathe…”

honestly, she probably wouldn’t be calm if she heard it from any other person to begin with

but with you??? she’s malfunctioning—not even Aomine’s rude comments snaps her out of her daze for the rest of the day

“Oi, Satsuki, get outta my sight if you’re just gonna be in the way. Sheesh…”

“(y/n)… (y/n)…” she would sound like a broken record for a bit, holding her flushed cheeks with two hands even after Aomine gives her a tired glare out of the corner of his eyes. “(y/n) complim—… complimented me?! Ehhhhhh???”

“Shut up already—”

*unfortunately, her pink lovey-dovey aura around her only intensifies*

compliment any part of her body that no one usually does: her eyes and her hair especially

“Um… (y/n)-chan?! You’re… staring. What is it?”

“Ah, sorry,” you chuckle out a sigh with a chagrined smile. “I just find your eyes really pretty. Your lashes especially frame them so well, too. I guess I never noticed until now?”

“??!?!?!?!?!??!?!” She’s staring at you with the widest eyes (that you just complimented, by the way!) before she hesitates

“O-Oh!… Do you… really think so…?”

“Of course! Why would I say it otherwise?”

Momoi has ascended into heaven

“Momoi, how long have you had your hair like this?”

“Huh?” she stops whatever she was doing to look at you before continuing, “I’ve had long hair for as long as I remember.”

she hesitates before asking a daring question: “Does it look bad…?”

“I love your hair,” you reply candidly. “You pull this type of hair the best out of everyone I’ve met, in my opinion.”

at your words, she would unconsciously tuck some stray strands behind her hair as she (predictably) turns as pink as her hair, making the effort to looking down at her shoes or her clipboard if she had it with her

(you’re a little smug at how easily you can make her flustered… it’s a personal hobby of yours)

bonus points if you’re close to her already and you’re carding your fingers through her hair strands so casually, as if it’s second nature to you

“JFUERIG///2/½,3OR34T!!!?!?1/1” is what her mind is thinking right now

play with her hair and do loose braids with it too, and you’ll be amused to find her as stiff as a backboard, completely silent for the first time in forever

the entire GoM group and the Touou team are completely stunned when they see this shy, demure (and very quiet) side of Momoi with you for the first time

when you do anything that’s anything romantic/cheesy/tropey to her or for her sake, she’s going to paradise for a week straight, replaying everything in her mind constantly

like holding her shoulder to guide her away from people in the crowd… buying her something to eat/drink when you also go to the convenience store/vending machine to get something for yourself… buy her a hair clip or two, maybe earrings… invite her to go to places that could potentially be considered date locations (Momoi would eat this up to no end and potentially overthink and overheat)…

say a pickup line on her (genuine or to tease her, it’s up to you), and she’ll faint on the spot (refer to her fainting on Kise after meeting the adorable Nigou for the first time)

bonus: Kuroko plays wingman to get you two together… Aomine might reluctantly help after a while seeing you two “hanging out way too much”

Aomine Daiki

Aomine and Momoi are two peas in a pod, whether he’d like to admit it or not

and that would include having one similar way of being flustered

compliment his basketball skills in any way or form but sound super earnest about it

he normally wouldn’t care about the admiration and praises… because he’s always been in the spotlight as the ace of Teiko and ace of Touou

but you’re his crush, and he’s still a regular teen who wants to be noticed (!!)

he wouldn’t be obvious in being flustered, but it’ll definitely catch him off guard

“Tch, it’s nothing… really,” he would sigh while averting his gaze

wanna take flustering him a step further? start learning basketball because you want to also come to love the sport like he does (but don’t tell him this! have him accidentally discover you trying to learn how to shoot before you explain why you got inspired to start)

already know how to play basketball? even better—when he sees you adopting a playing style like his while he passed by a court one day, his jaw drops and his face feels an unfamiliar flush on his cheeks

“Huh? Ain’t that…” he stops in his tracks to squint a bit at your familiar figure. “(y/n)? What’re they doing here?”

he stares at you unabashedly before you notice an intense gaze and turn towards him, holding the ball under one arm

“Aomine-kun!” you would always call out to him, waving your arm enthusiastically to get him to come by

when he lazily walks by and asks what you were even doing, you look at him like he was the dumbest person in the world

“Um… basketball? What else would I be doing?”

you further explained yourself why you were on the courts today, and all the while, Aomine would bring a hand to his neck, turning his neck and face to the side

how could he look at you when he could feel his face getting so warm and his neck sweaty?

you were grinning at his uncharacteristically boyish side, no question about that

he would probably demand in a roundabout way to teach you because “it hurts my eyes to see you suck this much,” but we all know his eyes are getting a real treat outta seeing you playing the sport he loves to death

the third type of fluster he has is the MORTIFIED type, a rare one that would probably never happen under normal circumstances

emphasis on normal, btw

but him having a crush on anyone isn’t normal to begin with, so to be honest, anything’s fair game…

imagine that he’s coming to the gym for practice, yet once again, peeved that one of the Touou members had something to do with his missing “dirty magazines”

until he notices you. holding one of his magazines. in your hands. TURNING EVERY PAGE TO CURIOUSLY LOOK…

he has never run faster in his entire life to snatch that flimsy booklet out of your hands

his speed right then and there really puts his agility on the courts in official matches to shame (Wakamatsu is probably pissing his pants trying not to laugh as we speak)

does he care if any other normal person saw his collection? No

in fact, he even shamelessly flaunts that fact

but with you… he wants to look good in front of you, make that good “first impression” so to speak, but his hopes are as good as dashed as soon as he sees you staring at “Horikita Mai-chan’s”—

“Wha—What the hell are you doing?!!” he yells quite unceremoniously at no one in particular, snatching the magazine and hiding it behind his back. “And you!!” he turns to you, clearly not his usual collected self. “Why the hell are you here?!”

“Oh,” you merely blink. “I was just here because your teammates told me you’d be more willing to practice if I was here, so I came. That was yours?”

Aomine has no chance to either deny or confirm, because Imayoshi—right on cue—hauls out a portable basketball locker (y’know, those metal baskets with wheels) FILLED with what Aomine recognizes as his entire collection

and Imayoshi casually hands you another volume like he’s giving you his homework—

Imayoshi may probably need to sleep with his eyes actually open from then on if he ever had the balls to try this on the ace of Touou, but if you reassure Aomine… maybe the captain can survive—maybe

who’s gonna tell Aomine that Wakamatsu and Momoi also played a huge part in getting their hands on his entire collection?

if it was just one magazine, Aomine can recover rather quickly, but if Imayoshi pulled up the latter situation, I don’t think he would ever have the courage to face you alone again unless you somehow reassure him that his… interesting collection didn’t deter you from seeing him in a “lesser light” at all

“Aomine, I don’t think your porn collection is something to be ashamed of, although… I’m a bit concerned how easily your teammates got a hold on them. You oughtta learn how to store them properly.”

he’s comically gaping at you, his face terribly red and he has NO IDEA how to begin

yeah, he had imagined dozens of ways that he can talk to you privately and be cool and suave

NONE OF THEM were close to the actual scenario currently at hand

he’d probably try to pass off like the entire incident wasn’t a big deal, scoffing and clicking his tongue while turning his face away, hands in his pockets

but you knew better, and it was obvious that this man before you had his tongue twisted, becoming putty in your presence

if you laugh/chuckle with that sparkle in your eyes at him right there and then, he’s also going to malfunction and potentially never recover

how can you be this cute??

not like he’d admit that out loud

[kaaytea]

Safe In My Arms

Akashi Seijuro x gn!reader

Summary: You had a terrible dream and Akashi comforts you.

Warnings: mentions of death, drowning (??), mentions of Tsunamis

A/n: I had a bad dream, woke up, and now I'm exploiting it for content :) still working on Akaashi's characterization, so I'm not sure how him this is

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Akashi smiled at you from across the table, his hand reached out to caress yours. His eyes were warmed by the flicker of the candle on the table, the little object decorated with a sample of tropical flowers that added to the homey feel In the coastal restaurant.

Soft beach waves and the pretty live music quickly turned sour as the shrieks and screams from the beach filtered into the building.

You ripped your attention away from your husband to look out the window; the shoreline was receding and all the water collected to form a gigantic wave, surging towards you at fantastical speed.

Your mind panicked, you blurted out something about reaching higher ground—a stupid tidbit that had stuck with you since middle school science class—before Seijuro had grabbed your hand and started dragging you through the halls of the restaurant. Dark shadows danced on the ceiling and floors the moment the wave crashed into the building, a blue tint came over your world as you ran with no clear destination—Sei's bright hair being your only beacon as you stumbled behind him looking for safety.

A horrid groan shook the air—the building was starting to succumb to the pressure of the water. You and your husband stopped in your tracks at the sound, choked sobs and pleads left your mouth; you'd never see Seijuro again, you'd both die in a horrible, painful way that was out of your control at such a young age.

Seijuro just smiled at you, that loving smile where his eyes softened and his head inclined to yours for a kiss. There was a loud shattering of glass which caused you to flinch, followed by the roar of a vicious river of water seeking you out to wick away your air and rip apart your body. Seijuro's hands tightened around yours as you squeezed your eyes shut, the pleads for the two of you to be okay still leaving your lips and—

You jolted awake. You were lying on your right side in bed, staring at the door of your room.

The fear in your chest started to sink as you awoke, being replaced by a stone-cold dread.

It was a dream. Of course it was a dream.

Somewhere in your mind, a voice whispered to check that your husband was still with you. Your left hand reached out behind you, feeling the sheets blindly before your fingers bumped into his body; relief flowed through you, replacing any lingering fear, at the confirmation that he was still close.

He's okay, you're both okay and alive and far from any oceans.

Fingers laced with yours and your searching hand was pulled to a pair of warm lips. You flipped onto your other side and were greeted by a pair of crimson eyes blinking back at you—the light from the hallway illuminated the side of his face gently, so you could just make out his features in the dark.

"Are you okay?" Seijuro asked, his voice rough from sleep. He had always been a light sleeper, you should have just assumed he'd be woken up by even the slightest frantic touch from you.

You pulled your linked hands closer to you, nuzzling into the back of his hand and closing your eyes. "Just a bad dream, nothing more than that."

"Dreams are creations of your mind, they can't hurt you."

You thought back to the very real fear and panic you felt. The sounds, the water, the voices of terror as the wave was forming. It felt too real for your liking; dream or not, you couldn't get the feeling of being at death’s door out of your mind.

"They can still inflict fear," you said in a small voice, one that caused you to shrink in Seijuro's eyes and make him realize just how shaken up you were.

Your husband's arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him under the sheets—one of his hands going up to cradle the back of your head.

"Tell me about it."

"We were at a restaurant on the beach. There was a tsunami. We both died." You whispered. You hugged him closer and pressed your forehead to his shoulder—at that, he started rubbing soothing circles into your back, the action making you melt into his arms.

"You have no reason to fear such things as death when with me. I'll do everything in my power to keep you safe."

You breathed a laugh through your nose and tilted your head up to look at the man holding you. "You can't stop a tsunami, Sei."

A warm chuckle escaped his calculated self. "No, I suppose you're right about that," he traced his knuckles over your cheek, as light as a feather, and his eyes bore into yours like a gentle fire. "But, I can still shield you from one."

You shivered at his words and curled into his chest, letting his presence envelop your body and senses.

"God, I love you so much, Seijuro."

Akashi pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his hand ran up and down your back as he held you to his chest.

"As do I, My Dear. You're what makes my life worth living."

You hummed happily at his words before a yawn left you, your eyes began to burn and feel a familiar heaviness to them as sleep beckoned you into its clutches.

"Get some sleep," Seijuro whispered, his hand continued to trace over your back and he pressed another kiss to your head. "I'll be here to keep you safe."

[blisslilywrites]

Hii, are requests open? Could i have headcanons on Akashi with a s/o that is really attentive to him? She always tries to make sure that he is alright and stuff. Basically lots of fluff 🤭🤭 Thank youu!!

a/n: akashi fluff?? here u go anon🤧😌✨✨ hope u like it<33 -lily

｡･ﾟﾟ･⤜ AKASHI SEIJUROU ⟶

since before you started dating, akashi would pay close attention to you

he’d notice when you’re feeling down or tired, or when you’re feeling particularly in a good mood

he took pride in the fact that he’s able to discern your feelings and act according to them

what surprised him though, was how you were the same 

you just seemed to know when akashi was feeling down and you’d always know how to cheer him up

like when akashi first started working with his father

there were times when he was stressed and although he tried to hide it, you could still see it in his eyes and the way he smiled a bit too forcefully

“akashi how about instead of going out tonight… we just stay home instead? order some takeout and watch a movie or just talk?”

he’ll agree to that and you guys have a nice night in

during the movie you’d ask how he’s feeling and if he wants to talk about it

most of the time he would, even if its just a few words… he’d tell you about his day or anything stressing him out

you just let him speak and move to massage his shoulders or lay his head on your lap 

and you two would just stay like that for a while

you don’t have to say anything because just being there is enough for akashi and he loves you for it

in fact, its moments like these where akashi feels truly in love with you and your being

you’re one of the only people who he wholeheartedly trusts and he really appreciates that you care for him and that you make an effort to make sure he’s alright

he might not say these things but as the night goes on and you two are huddled together under the sheets, he’d whisper a soft “thank you” into your ear and press a small kiss on your forehead

[aomine-ryo]

okii so..i’ve been having a bad case of allergies lately so um can i maybe request GOM with a sick gf that still tries to work/go to school etc. it can be either scenarios or headcanons:)) thank youuu💗💗

Hope you enjoy this!! And I hope you feel better soon xx 💕

Scenario: GOM with their sick s/o who still tries to come to school

Kise

When you woke up that morning you felt dazed; your head had a piercing pain and your throat was scratchy and sore. You headed off to school with a mask on despite feeling under the weather because your exams were around the corner and you had so many doubts that needed answers.

Upon seeing you enter class, Kise sprang up with excitement (as he usually would), but seeing your dreary eyes as well as your mask, his excited expression quickly turned into worry. “Y/N-cchi, are you okay?” The blonde asked with concern as he approached you.

“Yeah, I’m okay, just woke up feeling a bit under the weather,” you croaked, your throat somehow feeling worse than it did that morning as you walked over to your desk next to Kise.

As you put your things down, Kise suddenly placed a hand on your forehead, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you looked back at him for answers. “You’re hot!” Kise exclaimed, “And I’m not talking about the sexy way- though that’s true too.”

You giggled at Kise’s remarks as you took your seat at your desk. You assured him that you were alright, but he wasn’t having it.

“Go home Y/N-cchi! I’ll ask the teachers your questions and I’ll come over after school to give them to you,” Kise suggested, his concern making your heart melt.

“I’ll be okay, it’s sweet that you’d do that though,” you smiled at the pouty amber-eyed boy, immediately realising that he couldn’t see your smile in the first place because of the mask- which he joked about without hesitation.

“You’re such a dummy, Y/N-cchi,” Kise giggled, “But I’ll stick by your side all day to make sure you’re okay!”

You sighed, giving in to your boyfriend’s concerns, slightly glad because you loved having him around you. Kise stuck by that promise more or less, but he did wander off somewhere after school ended, and you assumed he headed off for his practice so you put on your backpack and began to leave the class, feeling as though your head was weighing you down. To your surprise, you ran into Kise in the courtyard. “Oh hi, I thought you had practice,” you said to him softly.

“I do, but I went there to tell Captain that I won’t be there today,” Kise replied as the two of you began to walk to the school gate together. “I’m gonna take my Y/N-cchi home and feed her my special soup and tuck her in bed!” Kise sang.

“You don’t need to do that Ryouta,” you spoke, glad that you were wearing a mask because you were sure that the smile you wore underneath was awfully dorky.

Without doubt, Kise walked you home, ignoring anything you had to say against it; he even carried your backpack for you. After feeding you the chicken soup he made, as though he was a mother feeding a baby, he tucked you into bed, just like he said he would.

“Aren’t my tucking skills amazing?” Kise stated proudly as he took a seat on the foot of your bed.

“They’re average,” you joked, just so you could watch him do that cute pout.

“Y/N-cchi that’s so mean!” Kise whined; it was his turn to be the baby now.

“You know I’m joking,” you giggled. “Thank you for doing this for me,” you spoke, forgetting the last time you felt this happy while being sick.

“Anything for you, Y/N-cchi,” Kise said, flashing you a smile. “You better not come to school tomorrow if you’re not in top form okay?” He said, his sweet voice quickly changing to a stern one.

“Alright,” you sighed, finding it difficult to keep your eyes open at this point.

Kise’s words began to drown out slowly and all you could hear was a cheerful noise. The blonde haired boy seemed to notice you drifting off, and he couldn’t help but grin- he thought you looked adorable. He stood up and placed a kiss on your forehead and whispered, “Hope you feel better soon Y/N-cchi, I love you.”

Midorima

“Y/N! Your Oha Asa today wasn’t good! You came last!” Midorima said frantically when you met him outside your house to head to school. However, upon seeing your pale and sickly face, the Oha Asa became the least of his worries. “You don’t look too well, Y/N,” he said softly.

“I’m just a bit,” you stopped to let out a cough, “sick.”

“Why are you going to school then?” Midorima asked, stopping in his tracks, ready to drag you back home at any moment.

“I need to help some teachers out- there’s some event happening soon,” you told him. “I promised that I’d help out.”

“I’m not letting you do that,” Midorima said sternly. “You’re going back home.”

“Shintaro, I made a promise- I have to go,” you said, refusing to let your slight sickness stop you from fulfilling a promise.

“Fine, then I’ll fill your place,” he shrugged, “you need to get some rest.”

“You can’t just fill my place, you’re not really the best artist out there,” you said, wishing that he’d just drop it and continue to walk.

“Well, Takao is rather good at art- I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. You can just send me a text with the details- from your bed.”

“But Shintaro—”

“You’re going home, come on,” Midorima stopped you, as he beckoned you to follow him back to your house. “Besides, I doubt you would’ve gotten too far because your Oha Asa today was awful,” he added as you began to walk back home with him.

“Could you apologise to Miss Anato for me?” you requested when you reached your doorstep once again.

“Of course. Take care of yourself okay? I might drop by after practice to check up on you,” he said, as serious as ever.

“You don’t need to do that, I’m not a child, Shintaro,” you told him, even though you knew he wouldn’t listen to you.

“You have your childish moments,” Midorima shrugged, making you smile.

You bid your goodbyes and you headed back inside, feeling guilty for skipping out on school. However the thought of Midorima taking care of things eased your mind a little, because you knew you could count on him.

When you awoke from your nap in the afternoon, you immediately reached out to check on your phone, as usual. You opened the texts that Midorima sent you and smiled. He had sent you pictures of him and Takao helping out Miss Anato and your worries about your workload seemed to fade away.

Just as you expected, Midorima made a stop by your house after his practice. He bought you some soup from his favourite restaurant as well as your lucky item for the next day because, “If you have your lucky item, you can’t get sick.”

Midorima stayed at your house for an hour or two, catching you up on your lessons as well as telling you how the event preparations went. Talking to him made you feel as though you weren’t sick in the first place. You felt happy and loved, and it was moments like those where you’re extra grateful to have him looking over you.

Aomine

When Aomine saw you sitting in class, he was confused. He didn’t expect you to come to school considering the fact that you didn’t seem well on the phone with him the night before. “Y/N, I thought you were sick,” Aomine said to you, without even greeting you.

“Oh hey. I’m alright,” you said hoarsely as you sniffled, which wasn’t very convincing to your statement.

“Yeah you totally sound alright,” Aomine said sarcastically. “I can’t believe you’d come to school.”

“Yeah well,” you croaked, before clearing your throat, “my attendance isn’t exactly the best since I’ve skipped a bunch of classes with someone.”

Aomine couldn’t help but grin as he thought of all the times the two of you skipped class up on the roof to do all kinds of things. He tried to ignore the thoughts as colour rose in his cheeks, “But still,” was the only argument he had.

Aomine spent the entire school day looking over you, feeling responsible for you having to come to school in the first place. The end of the school day had arrived and when he looked over to your desk, he saw that you had your head down.

He walked over to you and poked your arm, soon realising that you had dozed off. Aomine gave you a small shake, causing you to stir awake, “Y/N, it’s time to go home,” he said softly, but you felt too weak to move.

Aomine sighed and heaved you into his back, deciding to carry you home. Despite you being half asleep on his back, Aomine didn’t hesitate to lecture you the entire way home. “You shouldn’t have come, you should know better,” he said, all his words garnering only a hum from you, the smell of his cologne brought you so much comfort that you didn’t mind what he was saying.

Once you finally got home, Aomine plopped you down onto your bed and stretched, letting out a huge groan. “You’re a real handful sometimes, Y/N,” Aomine said as he began to take your shoes off and tuck you into bed. “You better get well soon because it’s very hard for me to not kiss you right now.”

“Thank you, Daiki. I love you,” you said in what was barely a whisper as you smiled at his remarks.

Aomine became flustered by the word of thanks, “No worries, you’re a handful, but you’re my handful, so I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he said, shrugging. Hearing that made you smile as you pulled your comforter closer to your body and before you knew it, you were out cold. Looking at your sleeping form, the blue eyed boy couldn’t help but smile. He knew that no matter what ill-advised situation you got yourself into, he would gladly help you. Plus it felt rather refreshing for him to be giving the lectures for once in his life.

Murasakibara

When Murasakibara saw you walking through the school gates with a mask on and looking sickly, his concerns were immediately shifted to you. “Y/N-chin, are you sick?” He asked, even though he knew that you were.

“Kind of,” you coughed, “it’s not a big deal.”

“You look awful,” he said bluntly, as he observed your lifeless eyes.

“Geez thanks, that’s what everyone wants to hear from their boyfriends,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that,” Murasakibara said, clicking his tongue. You tried to head to your class, but the purple haired boy immediately stopped you. “I don’t think you should be going to school like that.”

“But there’s so much work I need to do before midterms,” you told him, your voice breaking several times in between.

“Nope, I’m taking you home,” Murasakibara refused.

“But Atsushi—”

“You know I can easily just pick you up and take you there myself, so save me the trouble,” he said, cutting your arguments off. You let out a deep sigh and gave in, you knew that no matter what you said he’d just pick you up.

You turned around and Murasakibara began to follow you. “Don’t you have school?” you questioned, wondering why the large boy was by your side.

“Eh, I’d rather take care of you,” Murasakibara shrugged, fishing out a packet of crisps from his backpack.

When the two of you got back to your place, Murasakibara took out all the snacks that he knew you’d like and dumped them on your bed.

“They say that you should eat before taking any medicine, but all I have is snacks. I ordered some soup from this restaurant, they should come by soon,” Murasakibara informed.

“Where on earth did you find a place that delivers soup, especially at this time?” you questioned, slightly impressed.

“I have my ways,” he shrugged as he opened up a packet of sour candies that were your favourite, “Eat up.”

“This is healthy eating at its finest,” you joked, as the candies seemed to brighten up your mood in the slightest bit. About ten minutes later, the doorbell rang with the soup that Murasakibara had ordered. “Why’d you order two bowls? Are you sick too?” You inquired as he took the soup out and placed it carefully on your bedside table.

“No, I just like this soup,” he answered simply, “plus I don’t think I should be sharing soup with you.”

“Fair enough,” you responded, as you sipped on a spoonful of the steaming liquid. “Woah this is amazing,” you said, the feeling of the warm soup sliding down your sore throat making you feel ten times better.

The two of you chatted a bit while drinking the soup, and once you were done, Murasakibara cleared up all the wrappers from your bed and threw them out. He returned to his seat at the foot of your bed as you began to cover your shivering body with your comforter.

“Thank you for being there for me, Atsushi,” you said, unable to wipe the smile off of your face. “Though I do feel bad for making you miss school.”

“School is too boring,” he groaned at the thought of his studies, “Plus I’d be there for you no matter what anyways.”

“I love you,” you said softly as you felt your eyelids become heavier.

“I love you too, Y/N-chin,” the purple eyed boy said, a smile growing on his lips as he stood up to leave. He glanced at you once more with admiration in his eyes, wanting nothing but for you to be okay because you were one of the very few things that he truly cared for.

Akashi

When you told Akashi that you weren’t feeling well one night, he immediately knew that you were going to attempt to attend school the next day despite your illness. So he decided to drop by your house early so that you didn’t waste energy on getting ready in the morning. Akashi rand the doorbell and you answered the door, still in pyjamas, as Akashi had hoped.

“Akashi? You’re early,” you said, the morning light making your headache worse. “Come in, I’ll start getting ready.”

“There’s no need for that, Y/N,” Akashi said, accepting the invitation to come in. “I know you’re sick.”

“Huh? No, I-” your voice cracked and you immediately cleared your throat to recover, “I’m fine, I need to go to school.”

Akashi knew that you would argue if he tried to convince you otherwise so he said, “Fine, we’ll get a thermometer and if your temperature is normal, you can go to school. Deal?”

You knew that Akashi wouldn’t say something like that if he wasn’t sure he’d win, but your pride still took him on, wanting to be sure that you were truly ill. You grabbed a thermometer from the cabinet in the bathroom and sat on the couch in the living room with the device under your tongue.

After two minutes of waiting, Akashi took the thermometer out and checked the temperature, and his smile of victory said it all. “38 degrees Celsius- you’re staying at home,” he stated, the disappointed look on your face making him feel a bit bad. “Don’t worry, I’ll share all my notes with you. Plus I’ll come back after school and give you company, okay?” He said reassuringly, making you feel slightly better and you bid your goodbyes before dragging yourself back to bed, where you slept until the late afternoon.

When you finally stirred awake, you saw Akashi sitting at the foot of your bed, reading a book. He noticed your movement out of the corner of his eye and looked over with a smile, “Hey, you’re awake! Your mother let me in,” he clarified before you could think that he broke into your house. “I brought you some ramen from this really nice place,” he said, pointing at a paper bag that sat on your desk, and you smiled because he remembered that you didn’t like soup that much.

“Thank you,” you said, your voice still as weak as before.

“Of course,” Akashi smiled, glad that he could put a smile on your face too. You and Akashi chatted for hours. He told you about everything that happened in school that day, joking a bit here and there which brightened your mood as you ate the delicious ramen he bought.

You didn’t realise how much time had passed until you finally looked at your phone a few hours later. “Woah it’s late, you should probably go back home,” you informed him, though you wished he could stay for even longer.

Akashi sighed and stood up from his seat on your bed. “Okay, and if you don’t feel better tomorrow, you’ve got to go to the doctor alright?” He said, acting like he was your daddy dad.

“Okay, I will. Text me when you get home okay?” You told him as he gathered his things to leave.

Akashi hummed in agreement as he looked back at you lovingly. “Get better soon, Y/N. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you replied, giving him a gentle smile, just wishing that you could kiss him. “Thank you for coming here. It made me feel much better.”

“That’s good to hear,” he grinned, “You know I’d do anything for you.”

Kuroko

When you answered Kuroko’s knock on your door one morning with droopy eyes and a face mask on, he immediately began to worry. “Y/N-kun, you don’t look too good. Are you sick?”

You cleared your throat, “Yeah kind of,” you understated, feeling your head spin.

“I don’t think you should be going to school then.”

“I need to be preparing for the midterms,” you said, pausing to cough, “I have to go.”

“There’s plenty of time until then. You should go back in and rest,” Kuroko said, making up his mind about not letting you go to school like this.

“But Tetsu, what if the teacher says something important in class?” you frowned as you leaned against the door frame so that you don’t lose balance due to your spinning head.

“I’ll be sure to inform you about everything the teachers say,” Kuroko said reassuringly, “We can have a study date or something when you’re not sick.”

You sighed and complied with Kuroko’s advice, trusting him to tell you about anything important as you put your pyjamas back on and went to bed. It took you some time to fall back asleep because your head was pounding, but when you finally managed doze off, it was one of the deepest slumbers you ever had.

You woke up in the evening to the sound of the doorbell ringing through your empty house. You groaned and stretched a bit before slowly going toward the door, trying to fight back the headache (that seemed better than it was in the morning, but was still a pain). Upon opening the front door, you heard a small bark as the adorable little Nigou rushed towards you, standing on his hind legs as his other two paws were against your leg. “Hi Nigou!” You giggled as you picked him up.

Standing at your doorstep was a smiling Kuroko, who held a small stuffed toy as well as a paper bag in his hand. “Looks like Nigou missed you,” the blue eyed boy smiled sweetly as he lifted up the items in his hands, “I got you some tea and cake from your favourite cafe,” he said as he stepped into your house and closed the door behind him. “Plus I saw this teddy bear in the front window of a shop and I immediately thought that you’d find it cute so I got you that too.”

You felt your insides warm up at the gesture as the smile on your face grew even wider. “That’s so thoughtful, Tetsu! And yes that teddy bear is so cute,” you said softly before the two of you headed to the living room, where you sat on the couch with Nigou in your lap.

“How are you feeling?” Kuroko asked you as you sipped on the hot tea.

“My head hurts, but seeing you and Nigou again made me feel much better,” you told him weakly.

“I’m glad I could help,” Kuroko smiled as he looked at the dog that was dozing off on your lap, “He was lonely at practice today since you weren’t there,” he added, chuckling softly.

“Oh no, I wish I was there,” you pouted as you began to pet the dog gingerly. You and Kuroko continued to chat for a while as he told you about school and practice. Spending time with Kuroko somehow made your sickness lose a bit of it’s intensity as you talked into the night, laughing at every one of his jokes.

Your mother had come back home and invited Kuroko to stay for dinner (mostly because she thought that Nigou was the most precious thing in existence) though he politely declined. “I should really get going, it’s getting quite late,” Kuroko said, finally standing up from the couch.

You couldn’t help but pout as you picked Nigou up into your arms before walking to the front door with Kuroko. “Thanks for coming over. I had fun,” you said to him as he stepped back out onto your doorstep and took Nigou off your arms.

“Me too, I hope you feel better soon,” he wished before walking out, turning back to wave and say, “Goodbye, Y/N! I love you.”

You waved back with a smile, “Bye, I love you too,” you spoke, giggling as you watched Nigou scuttle behind your boyfriend. As you headed back inside, you were glad that he had visited because you couldn’t remember the last time you were that happy while being sick.

[cherryonigiri]

Hello! May I ask headcanons for Kiseki no Sedai? Their reaction to their girl being cool and sexually dancing (something like k-pop girl group cover dance, if you know it) with her dance team at a school festival (or something like that).

A/N: Since my character limit is five I chose to do hcs for Akashi, Aomine, Kise, Murasakibara and Midorima, hope that’s fine with you! I immediately thought of Loona’s dance cover of Cherry Bomb by NCT 127 (https://youtu.be/s7kxoMYg3l8) which is so BADASS (both the song and choreography) and Move by Taemin (inspired by Twice’s cover: https://youtu.be/QTfzryUBlO0). Reader is in a group that dances to both in one set! Also I’m assuming the reader is in the school’s dance club/group that decided to do a cover of a lit K-pop song for some kind of school festival!

Akashi Seijuro

Since he is president of the student council, he is backstage helping ensure the performances/festival runs smoothly

Has timings of each performance down to the second — and he knows exactly when you and your dance group is slated to perform

Since your dance group had to submit the songs + a short clip of your performance to the student council, Akashi already knows what songs you are going to perform

Was going to do some more research on what the choreography involved, but you begged him not to because you wanted to surprise him at the festival

Doesn’t stop him from listening to the songs and familiarizing himself with the melodies and lyrics - k-pop is something you are passionate about and he always want to learn more about his girlfriend

While you and your group are on deck and getting ready to go on stage (he knows there are still two more acts before you) he stands next to you

Maybe kisses your forehead I AM SO SOFT FOR FOREHEAD KISSES FIGHT ME

“I’d say good luck, but I don’t think you’ll need it darling” afjaofe;ja;feka

You’re Akashi fucking Seijuro’s girlfriend - he has high standards and probably would date someone who is equally as hardworking + high achieving as him 

Besides, outside of basketball he knows Rakuzan has an equally formidable dance program so the boy knows you are talented

Is so impressed when you start dancing to Cherry Bomb - the choreography is intense and requires so much synchronization as you switch between all the complex formations - he thinks you could teach the basketball team a thing or two about teamwork

You go HARD with the tutting at the end before you start doing edging your feet out until you’re almost doing the splits - Akashi respects how much strength and training went into performing the dance break + ending flawlessly

When the music changes to Move he is STARING at you - eyes are glued to your form as you perform

The moves are so sensual and he can see how you intensely look out into the audience - he can sense the sexual tension that fills the room 

At the same time is awed by how much control you have over your body - he can see how every movement is planned, from the position of your hands to the way you shift your weight between each dance move

As your hands glide along your body, he can’t help but get slightly turned on

Also glares at all the male members of the student body who are looking at you a little too intently

When you finish your set he calmly hands you a water bottle while smiling proudly

May ask you for a private encore later

Aomine Daiki

You mention the performance in passing, probably while you and Aomine are having lunch on the roof 

Despite his nonchalant response, Aomine remembers that you’re performing in the back of his mind - although he does get the occasional reminder from Momoi or teasing remark from Imayoshi 

Doesn’t really want to get too involved in the school festival - it’s far too rowdy and he thinks the idea his class came up with for the festival is a hassle (imagine if it was a butler cafe LMAO poor Aomine) 

Probably sneaks away from his shift managing his classroom’s booth or to find you and wish you luck (or uses you as an excuse to ditch his shift for a couple of minutes)

He knows you’re good at dance - he’s seen how many hours you spend rehearsing and how much you love dancing (and Kpop) 

Will sneak into the auditorium and probably stand in the middle of the crowd - probably doesn’t see the point of cramming in the crowded area right in front of the stage

Impatiently waits for you to come up on stage, he’s bored and is sick of the skits that other groups are putting on 

When it’s finally your turn he’s focusing intently on the stage. The instant you come out in a badass outfit with dark makeup and a black crop top he grins because you look AMAZING

The music starts and you launch into an intense sequence of tutting and formations shifts that has his eyes widening in surprise 

now he understands why you always felt the need to drill the choreography into your muscle memory, because remembering moves on top of switching spots with everyone else makes the performance that much more impressive

Proud of his badass girlfriend

When Move comes on he smirks - although you can’t see him, he watches you move your hips and trace the outline of your figure 

Can appreciate the sensual yet serious expression on your face that makes you look gorgeous, but definitely does not appreciate the dumbass boys in the audience who are drooling over your body 

After the performance he finds you and kisses you before wrapping his arm around your shoulders

Scowling at the now intimidated boys from before, he says “Gotta remind those idiots that you’re mine”

Will definitely invite you over to his place to spend the night for some “quality time” 

Kise Ryouta

Kise knows you’ll be performing a kpop dance at the school festival and is super excited

He probably helped style you and your team for each song - pulling out some leather jackets and ripped jeans for Cherry Bomb and picking out a diverse all black ensemble + accessories for your cover of Move

He hypes you up all day about the showcase: sends you good luck texts and gives you a hug before you have to go backstage + will keep you company when you do your make up before hand

Is not afraid to elbow his way through the audience so he can have a front row seat to your performance

Made the entire Kaijo basketball team come with him and instructs them to cheer loudly for your performance 

He’s pretty up to date with current music trends and listens to a fair amount k-pop himself so he’d probably recognize the songs you were dancing to + be somewhat familiar with the choreography

When you come on stage he’s already shouting “Go y/n-chii!!!” which makes you smile and you manage to make brief eye contact with him right before you get into your starting pose

It’s like a switch is flicked - you went from being his cute and smiley girlfriend to a serious BADASS - your expressions are so intense and serious Kise can’t help but be drawn in

When he hears the opening line of Cherry Bomb he’s thinking oh shit because damn that choreography is tough

From the tutting, to moving in sync with all the other members, to all the different formation changes - he knows this is a challenging piece to perform

Gave you his leather jacket (he probably got it from a modelling gig or something) to wear and seeing you dance in his jacket is just *chef’s kiss* stunning 

and it lets all the other annoying boys in the crowd know that you’re his because it has his jersey number embroidered on the back 

If people start shouting the fanchants he’ll join in because anything to support his amazing girlfriend

When you all change outfits and switch to move he is dying

He’s right in front of you and you are making very direct and SENSUAL eye contact with your boyfriend while you move your hips into another body roll

Kise smirks back and will pin you with an equally intense and lustful stare

When he sees you after the performance he immediately strides towards you and pulls you into a fierce kiss 

Spends the rest of the festival with his arm around you, bragging about his amazing girlfriend to anyone who will listen, then he’ll take you home and ;) 

May take advantage of perfect copy and learn a duet/routine with you sometime in the future

Midorima Shintaro

MY CARROT BOI — I swear I am taking this seriously

Midorima probably doesn’t listen to too much kpop - he prefers being able to enjoy the lyrics of a song and listening to Japanese music means he won’t have to look up lyric translations

Maybe has heard some Japanese versions of kpop songs on the radio, but is overall unfamiliar with the genre (context: Since Japan has such a huge market for K-pop, it’s not uncommon for groups to release Japanese albums where they sing the the in Japanese) 

When you first mention that your club is going to be performing at the school festival, he probably pictures some cutesy, bubblegum pop girl group song 

Is putting this into his calendar and making sure he sets reminders because he is NOT about to miss his girlfriend’s performance

Secretly happy because you are putting in extra practice for the rehearsal which means you stay late at school. Since basketball practice always runs late he’s glad he now has the chance to walk you home

Day of: checks your Oha-Asa horoscope and makes sure that you have your lucky item - he will buy it himself if necessary 

Knows you worked super hard on this performance so he knows you’re going to be fine

This tsundere carrot shyly wishes you good luck before you head backstage: “Good luck y/n, not that you’ll need it! Nanodayo…” with a slight blush on his cheeks 

Makes his way back to the audience - he made Takao save him a spot

Somehow Takao got his hands on a setlist/hear rumors and figured out what you were performing and is secretly filming Midorima’s reaction because your boyfriend is about to COMBUST

Cherry Bomb comes up and Midorima immediately realizes this is NOT the cute girl group dance he was envisioning

Is probably watching your performance intently - he never realized that your choreography would be this intense and physical 

Probably not as blushy during this one, just entranced and absorbed into your performance (will refuse to admit that he stared at you the entire time, even though Takao teases him about it later)

But when you transition to the cover of Move, oh gosh, this boy goes from stony faced to bright red tomato

Is 100% blushing and gaping at you while you perform the sensual routine, especially when your hands move across your body and you purposefully make eye contact with him

Realizing holy shit my girlfriend is so sexy holy shit you thought he was staring at you during Cherry Bomb his eyes are glued to your figure during Move

Probably rushes up to you awkwardly and gives you a surprise hug before whispering “Give me a little warning next time y/n.” 

You giggle a bit, not mentioning the routine you’re learning on your own (Dally by Hyolyn: https://youtu.be/b75eENj0WCQ) surprise him with it in the future hehehehehehe)

Murasakibara Atsuhi

Murasakibara is hanging out in your dorm room when you mention that you have an upcoming performance

“Ohh y/n-chan that sounds fun”

Lowkey pouty baby because he wanted to laze around during the festival and just spend the day trying all the food with you

Now he won’t have his girlfriend to keep him company for the whole day 

When you ask him if he’s going to come and watch, he’ll agree, because it’s at the school and it isn’t too much of a hassle and he knows you put in a lot of practice so he wants to support

Tatsuya probably still has to remind him about the performance on the day of

On the morning of your performance you wake up to find a bag of your favorite snacks and candies hanging on your doorknob

Murasakibara probably went to the nearby convenience store and bought you a bunch of “good luck” snacks to surprise you

Tatsuya and him walk into the auditorium, is kind of disappointed to see that it’s already packed so he has to settle for a seat farther away than what he liked

Thankfully he’s tall AF so he still gets a clear view of the stage 

Snacks through the other performances/skits and gets pretty bored, he’s here to see you and you only

Finally, they announce your club - Murasakibara immediately perks up with interest

Your group has a badass entrance before you start performing Cherry Bomb

You decided to temporarily dye your hair red for the performance and Murasakibara is surprised when you whip off the hat you were wearing to reveal bright cherry tinted hair

He’s watched you practice the moves several time and knows you struggled to master some of them - super proud when he sees you slay those hard bits of choreography on stage

Move comes on the speaker and he immediately can sense that this is definitely a very sensual dance

Like damn, watching you move your hips to the beat and confidently gazing into the crowd, he is very turned on definitely wants an encore from you in private

When you hit the last pose and the lights dim he is IMMEDIATELY walking out of the auditorium to find you 

Sees that you’re surrounded by some newly acquired fanboys and casually steps in behind you to wrap an arm around your waist

Towers over the guys surrounding at you, a scowl from him scares them off

You giggle at his antics because he’s cute when he’s jealous: “You don’t need to be that mean to them Atsushi” 

“Y/n-chaaaan, can we go get food now?” - probably buys you all the snacks you want because he is proud 

Also suggests that you dye your hair to match his purple locks just because

[dira333]

Lucky at Love - Akashi x Soulmate! Reader

Akashi Seijurou is used to the idea of an arranged marriage. He is used to the idea of a marriage of convenience, to a choice that is not his. So it's not that much harder to get used to the idea of having a soulmate.

After all, not all people have soulmate marks. Not all people with soulmate marks actually find each other. And in that small group of people... not all fall in love.

Love is a broad term. Respect is so much easier to understand.

Yet, and he only ever thinks about this in his most vulnerable moments, he loved his mother. And though it's sometimes hard to understand, he knows he will not be able to hold back against this feeling. If he marries someone he does not love, he does not know if he will be able to keep up the facade in the face of love.

So he does what he does best. He researches the shit out of every possible option - if he were to use Ryota's language.

-

What he doesn't expect in all his calculations, is to meet you on his first day at Rakuzan, clipboard pressed against your chest as you listen to his speech.

It's cliche as hell. He's the Captain and you're the Manager. His father is one of Rakuzan's biggest sponsors and you're here on a scholarship. He's confident and you're not... He's in love and you're pretty much clueless.

Akashi knows, weeks before he spots the familiar mark on your neck, that he doesn't care.

He thought himself a rational thinker, not overly emotional, yet he's fallen so hard for you he's forgotten how to get up.

"You need to drink more water," he tells you gently as the heat beats down on all of them. "It's no good if our manager succumbs to dehydration."

"Of course, Captain," you respond, seemingly unaffected as your hands touch when you hand him his water bottle.

God, he's hopeless.

Flirting is hard when you've never had to do it before.

Everyone else already loved him for who they expected him to be. All he had to do was keep up the expectations.

-x-

"Are you okay?" You ask.

The rest of the team had advised against it. Losing the Winter Cup, especially against an Underdog Team like Seirin, had shaken the Captain pretty hard. He'd still been in there when Mibuchi left as the last of the team, gentle hand on your shoulder trying to lead you away.

"He needs to be alone for a moment," he'd told you but you just smiled and nodded and told him you'd see him in school.

Akashi is... exceptional. Probably always has been.

You'd been unable to keep from researching him, watching hours after hours of old Teiko games, heart beating faster every time you spotted his blurry red hair.

There's something about him that keeps you on your toes, heart beating faster, breath catching in your throat.

It's not just his looks, you know, because you'd hoped it'd only be that. No one, not even the guys on the team, can deny that he's attractive. Your hand had brushed his hair barely once and you're still unable to forget it, the silky texture, the bright red.

There's also the fact that he doesn't ask for attention, he just gets it. He never gets flustered, or nervous, or scared. Even faced with the harsh reality of half the team quitting because they didn't want a first-year as a Captain he didn't despair.

He treats everyone with respect and you, the manager, with kindness.

How could you not fall in love with him?

And then there's the fact that he's your soulmate.

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His fingers twitch in his lap. The strap of your bag is digging into your shoulder.

"You haven't lost often, have you?" You ask, lump in your throat. "I know your stats."

His soulmate mark is on his left shoulder. You'd seen it once by accident, at your second-ever training when some ass "accidentally" poured his sports drink over Akashi's jersey.

You wonder if it tingles right now like yours does whenever he's near. You wonder if he'd care if he knew. Not that it matters right now.

"This is my first." He says, eyes on his hands. His voice is empty.

You take a seat on the bench opposite to his, heart quivering in your chest.

"I'm sorry," you tell him, because you are. "I know it must hurt. It hurts me too. But..." You swallow. "I don't think it's that bad. Everyone loses sometimes. And it's better to lose one game than your life, right?" You're not sure what convinces you to say the next words. But they're out of your mouth before you realize it.

"I heard bad luck in games makes you lucky at love..."

His head shoots up so fast you fear it's going to give him whiplash.

His eyes zero in on you and you have half a mind to wonder how they seem to have changed color - or at least one of them did - before he speaks.

"Do you mean that?"

"Huh?!" You ask, surprised by the intensity of his tone.

"Do you mean that? That I'd be lucky at love?"

You blink.

"You're Akashi Seijurou," you tell him, voice quivering with emotion, "Who could not love you?"

He says nothing for a long moment. Then, the movement so painstakingly slow it hurts, he pulls his shirt off his shoulder.

"Do you love me?"

my Kofi if you want to tip me

[imagine-knb]

Akashi falling in love with someone who was just happy being his follower and supporting him? Someone who acts very polite and respectful to him and supports his efforts but never tries to breach his boundaries

This ask gives me some Ainosuke/Tadashi vibes! Admin Neon

When Akashi had met you, you were nothing but the child of a maid.

Your mother, a single parents, had been working under his father for a long time. She was trustworthy, loyal, and hardworking — traits you had inherited — so when she came to work one day with you hidden halfway behind her legs, apologizing for being unable to find last minute childcare. Well, there had been some yelling, but ultimately Akashi's father had let you stay and your mother was able to keep her job.

When Akashi had first began acknowledging you, it had always been in secret. He liked to make you laugh.

As a child, Akashi would watch for his father's gaze, waiting for the right moment where the older man would glance away. The very second Akashi was no longer being observed, his eyes slid over to you. A knowing smile would always be on his face as he made wild gestures and silly faces just to get you to crack a smile. He'd always have to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling when his father would turn back toward him, wondering why the maid's child was giggling.

Eventually you followed under your mother's footsteps, signing away your life on a contract under the Akashi name.

"Seijurou, this is your new personal assistant. Try not to scare this one off as well."

Akashi was surprised when he saw you standing in the doorway, gentle smile on your face. He had known you were looking for a job — had heard it gossipd between your mother and the other maids — but he hadn't expected you to take on the role as his side. He wondered if you knew how much he had changed from that youthful boy you'd met before, his soul hardened by the hardships life had thrown his way.

He worried you wouldn't like what he had become.

You were good at your job, garnering his trust easily, but you had changed as well, no longer the playful child you once were. You were all business, meant to please him and nothing more.

"What do you think of this, ____?"

"If you believe that is what's best, then I trust your judgement, Akashi-sama." The smile you gave him after your agreement didn't reach your eyes. Your smiles never reached your eyes anymore.

It made Akashi press his lips into a thin line, seeing the contrast between your younger self and you now. But he supposed your new character made things easier on him. After all, he was sure he would never hear the end of it from his father if he actually admitted his prior interest in you.

He always had a soft spot for you. That fact remainded the same despite the new power dynamic between the two of you. But it wasn't until the day he saw a glimpse of the real you — hidden from him under an air of professionality — that he felt like he'd fallen in love.

It was already late in the night when Akashi slipped out of his room, in need of some water. He would have called one of the maids — would have called you — but he was so sure that everyone had left for the night to their own homes and beds. So to say he was surprised when he heard all too familiar laughter spilling out of the kitchen would be an understatement. He peeked into the doorway, quirking a brow when he noticed it was you.

You were leaning against the counter, a wet and soapy glove covering one of your hands — the second glove had been removed and abandoned by the sink now full of sudsy dishes. Your other hand was holding up your cellphone, tilted to the side like you were watching something. Akashi heard a noise from your phone and what followed afterward was the sound of your laughter, lively and full of mirth just like he had remembered.

It made his heart skip a beat and a smile cross his features.

"What's so funny?" he asked, stepping into the kitchen to approach you slowly.

His sudden voice had you startled, phone nearly slipping from your grip as you squeaked in surprise. "Akashi-sama, I'm so sorry. I'm just finishing up some cleaning before I go; I'll be leaving soon."

He held up a hand, stopping your apologetic rant as he stepped closer. "No need to be so formal, ____. You're technically off the clock and it's just the two of us." As he moved to your side, leaning against the same counter you were at, he peeked down at your phone screen. "Come on, ____. I'm curious, what's got you laughing so hard?"

You eyed him for a bit, wondering if this was some kind of trick to get you in trouble. But when Akashi smiled down at you, a real smile and not one of those menacingly fake ones he saved for everyone else, you felt your guard crumbling.

You turned the phone screen his way. "Remember that cartoon we used to watch as kids?"

Akashi hummed, nodding his head. "You would watch. I would sneak glances every time my father wasn't looking."

You grinned. "That's the one. Anyway, I found some episodes online. Guess I got sidetracked reminiscing about those days..."

And as you pressed play on the video, Akashi leaning in closer so he could have a better look, he saw you smiling. It was a smile that had the corners of your eyes crinkling in joy. A smile that seemed to finally come from your heart. The smile he loved.

He hoped to see it more from that point on.

[eunoiaaaivy]

just checking the tags.

[ohmy7hearts]

prologue

Pairings: Kise Ryouta x BestFriend!Reader

Summary: Kise is trying to convince you that a bachelor party at Vegas is worth it. 

Warnings: None

A/N: I know, I know; I’m always starting a new series but in my defence, this has been sitting in my WIP for like a year? And I really want to get back into writing but then I got into My Hero Academia and I got a lot of ideas for that. :’) and then there is that KNB x HP that I haven’t touch in a long time. I knwo this fandom is like dead... but I really don’t care. Just like how I don’t care about all my other series :’)

You stared at him - fingers interlocking and supporting your chin - while thinking of how exactly you should reply to him.  The gummy grin gracing his face was far from innocent. At first glance, many would argue otherwise, but you knew him better than he knew himself. Sure, the grin reminded you of better times - when you both were looking through a rosier lens whereby the good always triumph the evil - but there was that tinge of apathy that you couldn’t look away from and knew by heart it was credited to all the times life had brought his hopes up just to crush them down further. Certainly, you’re not that heartless to do the same, right?

“Ryouta.”

He perked up at the sound of his name tumbling out of your mouth like a puppy would when called upon by its owner. The hope igniting behind his eyes were certainly not difficult to distinguish.

“Do you know how utterly ridiculous you sound right now?”

Displeasure was sewn onto his face, “Come on ____-cchi! It’ll be fun!”

You sighed before collapsing back onto the seat. Shutting your eyes, only images of the group of adults making a ruckus across the ocean was what was shown behind your eyelids. You could picture how chaos would break loose and the stress your fiance has to deal with. It was supposed to be his bachelor party, not the time for him to babysit his friends.

Sighing in exasperation, you glared at the blond and as you have predicted, his infamous puppy dog eyes were in full swing.

“Is this just an excuse to go to America with your friends?” You immediately leaned closer to him over the table, eyes forming into slits which caused him to leaned back to seek safety. “Or are you actually doing this …” Eyes closing to find the right words at attempt to paint your worries and hand going in circular motion, “to throw an actual bachelor party?”

His crestfallen face greeted you when you reopened your eyes. “I honestly thought it’ll be a good idea…” His hand rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. “You know, for him to actually have some fun and let loose and everything…”

Mouth twitching to form a smile, you straighten your posture and return to sipping on your tea. “I’ll talk to him about it.”

As quickly as a switch flipped, his face lit up. The grin he usually sports was back and his eyes crinkle in elation. His mouth going miles an hour with plans he had come up with and you can’t help that you got invested in it when there was that twinge of childlike enthusiasm coating his words.

And like old times, the light reflected off the pane of his eyes like molten gold. A gold so captivating with so much wonder for the world and glee for everything he had done right.

This being one of them? You will just have to wait and see.

[shoichee]

I JUST FOUND UR BLOG AND WHEWWW UR AKASHI HC'S ARE SO CUTE AND WELL DETAILED!!! i literally love the complexity of his character and he's just a perfect human being omg and u write him so well!

ok so if it's not much of a hassle i was wondering if i could request a F!reader and she's shorter than akashi (we're talking like 4"10-5"0 or so?) and i think it's be cute to imagine how he'd tease her and such :) thank u!

EEEEE THANK YOU ANON, IM SO HONORED TO HEAR YOUR WORDS <33 detailed hcs coming RIGHT UP -- short and sweet, and I hope you enjoy this!

f!reader x Akashi

as the shortest player in the Generation of Miracles, or even basketball in general, he definitely understands the struggle of being underestimated at first glance… well, until they suffered an ankle breaker on the courts

that being said, he’s slightly more protective over you (or at the very least, keeps an eye on you) because he knows how some people can be nasty or judgmental, or maybe they’d take their comments too far about your height

why do I feel like he has the subtle vibe of “only I can tease you and no one else can?” it’s VERY subtle though, he’s exceptional at keeping that sentiment to himself

how much he teases you depends on how well and how much you can take teasing… are you sensitive? equally teasing? pouty mad? he observes to see where his boundaries with you are at // however, it’s important to note that his teasing is either mixed with such gentleness, amusement, and/or genuine concern

if you’re sensitive and soft: expect lots of fond teasing and gentle muses… like every time he’d kiss your forehead, temple, nose, cheek, WHEREVER he chooses to peck, he’ll slightly exaggerate his movement of bending down by the knees or dip his head to your level while giving that… all-knowing glint in his eyes and a slight curve of his lip

if you’re more of someone who’d roast Akashi equally hard or also like to participate in banter, he’d say things like:

“Hmmm? Did you say something, dear?”

“I got something for you, my love, since I noticed you haven’t eaten breakfast yet… I do worry for your health.” but he gives you a carton of milk? you’re not sure if this was intentional or not?????? but if you ask him, he’d probably go, “Is milk not the best thing to digest in the morning? I heard from the maids that it’s paired very nicely with cereal and oatmeal…” LITTLE SHIT LMAO

his overall comments and teasing regardless of your personality might be things like these:

“Are you having trouble with that, my love?”

“Careful. Don’t stretch yourself too much… allow me, darling.” and he would make a little show of getting something out of a high shelf for you

“Hm? Yes? You’ve left yourself quite vulnerable…” as he tries something funny behind you or trying to slink up to where you were at… “My love, I do worry about how anyone can easily overpower you so. After all…” he’d either whisper in your ear or peck the ear’s helix… “look how little you are in my arms. Though you belong only here by my side. Please don’t hesitate to call my name if anyone dares to treat you with anything less than the respect you deserve.”

HE’D DRAPE YOU IN HIS RAKUZAN JERSEY JACKET, NO ONE CAN DISAGREE it’s just… he finds it heart-melting that you’re drowned in the fabric and he just sees it as another part of himself hugging you when he isn’t around to hug you himself, if that makes sense

that jacket ironically repels any chance of you being picked on in school, because seeing that #4 on the jacket sends them running for the hills

lots of headpats, but they can be either fond and/or teasing depending on how you respond… bonus: they’re often paired with his comments

ALWAYS approaches you from behind to just RELISH IN THE FACT THAT YOU FIT IN HIS ARMS PERFECTLY, AND THAT LITTLE SURPRISE YOU DO EVERY TIME HE COMES UP TO YOU S E N D S him to HEAVEN

private moments with him entail him insisting you to be the little spoon, and it makes him feel like he’s protecting you please—

I’M CALLING IT RIGHT NOW, when you want to give him any kisses back, especially after he just kissed you, he’d stand a little taller and turn away his head at just the right moments while staring at your face out of his peripheral vision… before he’d say either:

*SAY NOTHING, JUST HIM DOING THAT LITTLE CHUCKLE*

“Oh? You wanted to reciprocate my affection? I’m truly touched…”

“Sorry, sorry. Of course I was teasing… you’re so adorable that I just couldn’t help myself.”

*ALL OF THE ABOVE… IN THAT ORDER.*

in public, there wouldn’t be as much teasing (surprisingly) as he would do behind closed doors or in the vicinity of trusted close friends

so in the eyes of the public, he’d only give a subtle huff of amusement or a grin when he sees you having trouble with something because of your height… or he’d say something about whether or not you can “see” or need any “help” LOL

honestly, if you roast him back about his height, you just declared war on the Rakuzan captain… HE ISN’T STOPPING HIS TEASING UNTIL YOU GIVE IN AND CONCEDE; HE SEES THIS AS A CHALLENGE AND WOULD APPROACH IT LIKE HE WOULD WITH SHOGI

You’re FLUSTERED about how he teases you? prepare yourself for EXTRA entendre comments about that too, merciless Akashi mode (especially if you try equally hard to make him “embarrassed”)

stop, he’d LITERALLY have a heart attack seeing you try to view his games from the front row but you can’t because of all the TALL reporters and cameras blocking the way and you’re just stretching your neck and trying to jump but without bothering the people behind you omg—

“How was the game, (y/n)?”

“Uhhhhhh… well.”

“I’m certain the flying cables were more entertaining to watch than the game, yes?”

“SEI—”

and he’d interrupt you with his usual chaste peck and say: “Forgive me. I didn’t realize that the courts would be that crowded. I’ll be sure to save you the best spots for future games. Just keep your eyes on me, my empress.”

[1101001]

THE GIRL WHO FLEW DOWN THE STAIRS _

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‘ the story of akashi meeting you and all the events after that made him realize he was falling for you ’

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character .. akashi seijuurou

word count .. 1.3k

tags .. fem!reader who is energetic but also thoughtful and likes to learn (as requested) , lowkey pining? , s h o g i , written from akashi pov , requested by the lovely bean anon <3 

Akashi’s first impression of you wasn’t anything bad. It wasn’t exactly good either. It was certainly memorable though. ‘The girl who flew down the stairs, knocking him onto the ground, and landing on top of him with a thump’ is how he remembers you. 

The moment was almost cliche. If your eyes had met and lingered on each other, both aware of the position you were in but not moving away, then it possibly would’ve been a scene straight out of some cheesy romance novel. 

Instead, you seemingly bounced straight up upon impact, not even bothering to spare Akashi a second glance. You proceeded to give him a quick apology, running down the next flight of stairs immediately after.

It was definitely one of the odder interactions Akashi had with his fellow students at Rakuzan High, but it amused him nonetheless and made him notice you much more often around campus. Even though you weren’t in any apparent rush anymore, you still radiated this energy that was all bubbly and seemingly ready to burst. 

It brought a small smile on his face every time he saw you, bouncing along hallways without a care in the world, chattering away with your friends. Sure you seemed like the typical happy-go-lucky person, but Akashi couldn’t help but see you as a bit more unique.

Your second interaction with Akashi was an interesting one too, in Akashi’s opinion at least. 

The basketball team had just won a tournament the other day, so Akashi was free this afternoon. He had decided to go challenge some shogi club members to a few games. 

In the middle of one of those games, you walked into the club room.

Akashi didn’t think you were part of the club, and his suspicions were confirmed when another member of the club went to ask if you needed anything. Akashi was definitely not eavesdropping, no he was paying attention to his game (the one he knew he would easily win anyway) when you pulled out an envelope and he happened to overhear you telling the club member that someone asked to meet you. 

Nobody in the room came forward to claim they were the one who sent the letter though. 

After a few awkward, silent moments, you moved to take a seat with some of the other club members. It was an action that surprised Akashi. He figured you would’ve just left because the whole did seem like a waste of time. However, you just sat there asking some club members to teach you how to play. 

Akashi could sense genuine curiosity in you and, needless to say, it intrigued him. It seems like there’s more to the “girl made of energy” than he originally thought.

The clock ticked, and a few rounds later, Akashi decided it was time to head home. Saying his formal goodbyes, he walked out of the clubroom. 

He didn’t expect you to come running after him, almost slamming into him again in the process. 

“You shouldn’t run around school so much, you know. You could end up bumping into people and maybe even hurting them.” The words left Akashi’s lips sounding a lot more teasing and flirtatious than he intended.

You blushed and started rambling out apologies. ‘Cute’ Akashi thought. 

His brain froze. 

Wait. Cute? How-

“Anyway um.. you left your notebook back there…” you said, holding out what was indeed his notebook out towards him.

“Oh…” was all he could say. He rarely forgot his things, especially things as important as his notebook. It seems his mind must’ve been too distracted by... other things. “Thank you L/n-san.”

He saw a slight shock on your face. “You know my name?” 

His brain froze yet again. How was he supposed to answer this question without seeming like a stalker?

“Well yes…” he started before you cut him.

“Didn’t expect the Akashi Seijuurou to know my name.”

He scoffed at that. “I think I’d know the name of the girl who jumped down the stairs and knocked me to the ground.”

“Again, I’m really sorry about that…” you said with a smile, although Akashi could see the guilt that lingered behind your eyes.

“Don’t worry about it,” he quickly said. “I was just…”

He was just what? Flirting? Was he actually flirting? Him. Akashi Seijuurou. Flirting??

“…you know,” he finished quietly.

You didn’t say anything in response but instead looked at him with a peculiar sort of gaze. 

“Um.. hate to make things awkward by asking this but… were you the one who sent me this?” You held up the envelope Akashi saw earlier.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Oh… okay then.” Was it just Akashi’s imagination or did he hear a sliver of disappointment in your tone? “I suppose you don’t know who it is either right?”

He shook his head.

A lot of thoughts rushed through his mind. Did you actually expect him to send you a love letter? Did you hope it was him? 

He sensed you were about to leave though, so before he could regret it, he asked you, “Why do you want to know who sent it anyway?”

Your eyes widened slightly at the question.

“I understand the curiosity and wanting to know who it is but… if they didn’t show up, why are you still waiting?” He clarified.

“Akashi-san, you’ve never confessed to someone have you?”

He gave a slight nod.

“Well, I don’t see why you’d need to,” you mumbled more to yourself than him. Clearing your throat, you continued, “The thing is, confessing takes a lot of courage. And writing this letter asking me to meet them here would’ve taken a whole lot of that courage already. I think that, if they were able to go that far, then I should at least hear them out right?”

That… surprised Akashi. 

“But then again, there’s always a possibility this is just a prank,” you added as an afterthought. 

Unsure of what to say, he just nodded. “It is possible, considering how long you had to wait.”

You smiled, “The wait was fine though. I had fun learning shogi.” 

You actually had fun learning how to play? Looking back, it did seem like you were enjoying yourself… 

It’s strange. Akashi realized just how much his view of you changed in one afternoon. Earlier, you were that bubbly, energetic girl bouncing through the halls. Now, you were this thoughtful and kind person who liked to learn. You also said you had fun playing shogi, which nearly made Akashi’s heart skip a beat.

Oh. 

Oh.

He gets it now. The reason his brain was acting all slow was you. With that thought, everything became clearer. 

Now he wishes that love letter really was a prank.

“Ah Akashi-san, I think I have to go home soon,” you said, holding up your phone. “You’re heading out too right? Wanna walk with me?”

He blinked in surprise but quickly agreed.

“Great, just let me get my things first-” And with that you rushed back into the club room.

Akashi stood staring at the empty hallway, still caught up in his thoughts and trying to process what just happened between you two just a few seconds ago.

When you came back out with your things, he couldn’t help but smile softly. The two of you fell into conversation easily, and by the time you walked out of the school gates, you were still in a talk that showed no signs of nearing an end.

He wanted to continue walking and talking like this, but there was a car and a driver waiting for him in the exact opposite direction of where you were headed.

“Well, goodbye then L/n-san,” he said, hoping the reluctance wasn’t obvious.

You smiled in response. “Goodbye Akashi-san. It was nice talking to you.”

With that the two of you went your separate ways. Throughout the car ride home, Akashi could think of nothing but you. It would seem… he has taken quite the liking to you.

He isn’t sure what’ll happen next, but he’s looking forward to seeing you again and hopefully, talking more with you too.

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note .. THIS CAME OUT LONGER THAN ORIGINALLY INTENDED but anyway i actually enjoyed writing this,,, yk all the stuff potentially going thru akashi’s mind when he has a crush intrigues me and uhh i hope u guys liked this and if u do PLS LMK WHAT U THINK !! it would legit mean the world if u guys did <3